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This that shit we pistol-toting This that shit have you slow motion Hit that shit make me feel important Move that shit you smell so potent And I don't even know your name But this year I'll make you famous This year I'll step my game up I'll tell you how I came up And I don't even know your name But this year I'll make you famous This year I'll step my game up I'll tell you how I came up This ain't no Corvette, nah baby girl, this a Lamborghini I'm ridin' 'round with a Drac', I'm 'bout to pull up and fuck on Kiki I be like "Baby", fuck if you riding I don't need yo' love, I got this guap right beside me 'Cause I got a couple pistol totes, that nigga play, we stick 'em up I might just have to be the one to hit 'em up Make the paramedics come pick him up Soul out his body, he giving up Might double back and finish 'em Stamp a nigga, I'm sending 'em Let these shots off, at least ten of 'em Plus ten of them, plus ten of them Hit your block, I'm spinnin' 'em, uh Fuck those, who friends with 'em? SongtexteFuck his thot then send her back to live with him Got a 30, she at the crib with 'em All I know is stack them Benjamins It don't take too much for me to shit on him Yeah throwing shade but I still got lead on him Diamonds sitting too hard, I can't fit in I done came too far, I can't give in Steady dropping hits Knock it out the park, in the booth I don't do no missing I done got your bitch I done broke her heart, young nigga ain't got no feelings You ain't come see me when I was in Prison, so you can't be a part of my vision This that shit we pistol-toting This that shit have you slow motion Hit that shit make me feel important Move that shit you smell so potent And I don't even know your name But this year I'll make you famous This year I'll step my game up I'll tell you how I came up Nigga if it came down to the bread what would you do Wouldchu spend hunnit bands on sum strippers - tell da truth You niggas is rapping lies boy fuckin up da youth Dey sayin that I'm too negative I'm teaching them to shoot You claiming, you da opposite but you don't got no common sense Money make the world go round what do you suppose Spending every dollar breaking pockets fo a hoe Say whatchu want but if you knew I kno they need it I have succeeded it's a reason my bitch conceited My life completed I been wanting it since a Fettes I'm so versatile god gifted me with a curse I won't ever stop until my heart stop beating This that shit we pistol-toting This that shit have you slow motion Hit that shit make me feel important Move that shit you smell so potent And I don't even know your name But this year I'll make you famous This year I'll step my game up I'll tell you how I came up And I don't even know your name And I don't even know your name Aus Songtexte Mania