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You at the crib with no money, no bitch and no guns, boy, what is you doin' with me? I be looking at these children like, "What is you doin'?" It must be the boomer in me Worst part 'bout these niggas is I know they pussy as fuck and we never gon' meet Your beats like my Kimber, that shit never jam, nigga, I'm used to the heat (Facts) These niggas don't know how to score, they just setting the screen Fuck what you did for the others, boy, what is you doing for me? How do I stay in your mind, lil' bitch, and we still ain't meet? My bitch same color as Dave East I put paws on a nigga like Eve I spit bars like I nevеr get sleep How did I move in your mind rent-free? Huh, taxing thе lease, I think I'm Prince Ali You minimum wage, I'm Prince Hakeem It's dirty, you alt-right trolls ain't worthy I stay in your mind, it's workin' (Uh) You have no worth, it's hurtin' Don't know any niggas in person (Nah) Never step outside, just lurkin' (Ooh, ooh-yeah) Oh, that's your IP for certain My Kimber my main bitch, but, yeah, me and my Glock be flirtin' Be careful where you stay, I let my prey stay nervous Stand back, stand by, stay earning, uh When one of these crackers get brave and I put Kimbers to their face Y'all better thank me for my service My world different, I'm Kyrie Irving SongtexteNiggas be bitchin', they have no purpose Testing my patience, I'm going to surgery Running a clinic and feeding the nurses Miracle bars, I should rap in a turban Noble savage, I'm Maria Minerva Baby, I feel like a servant It's not like I don't deserve it Patience, trust, gotta earn it Grab my baby, came back to this curvy I feel as dripped and I'm nervous How hard How it feels when I bring up your memory Are you feelin' me now? Keep callin' me from his house The pressure on pile, all these sticks, I just can't put it down Not one hit, but my name in your mouth All that money, she still on my couch What that smell like? Bars I'm a thot that was never in doubt They love me 'cause I spit on it messy They fuck you 'cause you giving them clout Fuck her good, make a beat on my couch On the road towards the riches, I'm laughing 'Cause I keep running into your— (Uh) How I keep running into your exes? I keep touching yo shit, get the message Feed her Aus Songtexte Mania