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Bitch I'm franchise, the basketball who they gotta see I can't take my old bitch back 'til she say she Prada me I ain't never moving from my city, nigga, I'm too deep in the streets Nigga you a crash dummy, I don't care when you slide Ain't no mask needed, we want credit this time I Can't even lie, fucked me up you still alive I'll pay like 20k just to find out where y'all hide Don't let us catch you with your pants down All Amiri on my pants now I know you ain't mean to crash but you was drivin' with your head down Nigga it's a switch on all our choppers and they hunnid rounds Imma keep that shit a hunnid nigga even when we walkin' down I just left Revive, my white girl at Lululemon That nigga got a foul mouth, I promisе we gon' shoot him in it Everybody was just rich, did y'all save it or y'all spеnt It I promise it's gon' hit my phone when that store get a new shipment Steak and lamb for my appetite I'm rich, I ain't actin nice I promise when I hear the news about you imma drink [?] I keep rollin rollin rollin like I'm Tay-K when he had the bike I hate a nigga be callin' her phone when she spend the night This wood a 3.5 you can't smoke with me Niggas really fans they just want a pic with me This chop go fa-fa-fa To me that's A-B-C I throw up a F and then throw up a C Aus Songtexte Mania