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(Let's go, Mario) I can get the bitch a new Birkin bag (That boy Cassius) I can buy your girl a new Birkin bag, this really gon’ geek, stop searching for it Runtz OG in the turkey bag, she be going geeked, stopped searching for it I can sing to your girl like country boy, real as all shit, she'll murder for it Skydiving Now she on Rocky Mountains, climbing Now she searching for a diamond Lord knows, she found me Lord knows, she found me (Oh, Lord knows) I'ma saddle up, make a bitch ride this horse I’m a fly nigga, walking through a different concourse Bought the bitch a Birkin, fill it up with Indo This the realest it gon' get, don't got to search no more Little big booty bitch in the back of the Ghost Put thе dick right in the back of her throat I beat thе pack out the trap house door I get the racks like a motherfuckin' GOAT I spend them racks on my motherfuckin' locs This the realest it gon' get, don't got to search no more We said get up and she be like the merch on the low Got a big booty freak popping Perc's on the low Now I hit the Pyrex, make it Taekwondo SongtextePop mine like a Glock nine, Rondo Sing to the bitch, Quando Rondo Sell a hunned bags out the trap bando I can buy your girl a new Birkin bag, this really gon’ geek, stop searching for it Runtz OG in the turkey bag, she be going geeked, stopped searching for it I can sing to your girl like country boy, real as all shit, she’ll murder for it Skydiving Now she on Rocky Mountains, climbing Now she searching for a diamond Lord knows, she found me (Lord knows) Lord knows, she found me (Lord knows, she found me) Switch up the diamonds, these bricks come from Remy I'm popping mines since the duece-deuce in it I can make a bitch wish, I Dream of Genie Eat up the nut, make it voila, Houdini Hunneds bands, I can make a stick out my skinnies Got a bitch riding ’round with a stick in the Bentley Got a bitch work at Nieman, no drip in my ending Got two FNs when I drip in the Fendi I wear Gucci boots, feeling like a country boy AK, I'll play that bitch like a guitar Diamonds on my neck, call it Dancing with the Stars Lot of Jettas, 'Vettes, I go bizarre with cars Left her on boot, I just fuck when it's dark Says she went blue, she don’t fuck with the marks She searching for diamonds up under the rocks Ride with the Glock but we shoot with the mop I can buy your girl a new Birkin bag, this really gon' geek, stop searching for it Runtz OG in the turkey bag, she be going geeked, stopped searching for it I can sing to your girl like country boy, real as all shit, she'll murder for it Skydiving Now she on Rocky Mountains, climbing Now she searching for a diamond Lord knows, she found me Lord knows, she found me (Oh, Lord knows) Aus Songtexte Mania