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ThisLandIs Motorsport She call my phone and she tell me she miss me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Walk out the spot and I'm totin' a fifty Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go She call my phone and she tell me she miss me Walk out the spot and I'm totin' a fifty You try to kill me, then you comin' with me They know my name when I ride through your city So many rackaids, this shit got me dizzy I was down bad, but now I'm having plenty I need a chopper, I don't need a semi I count my blessings 'causе life will get tricky Count bankroll, like "Lеt's go" Shorty on me like "Oh no" Swear I don't really have no soul Look in my eyes and you know You know, you know Now you gon' pray that I fall Sitting on the bench while I ball Say they love me when I'm gone Got more bitches than you in your own fucking city SongtexteCooling with Drip and he totin' a fifty Might spin on your block, leave your ass dizzy Hold up, yeah, my money was small, now it's big like some titties Ever since I got rich all my friends acting iffy I might hit him with shots, he not gon' be tipsy Electric Porsche, yes, I love the environment In the store, if I like it I'm buyin' it I fucked your whore, she was screaming out high-pitched Diamonds wet and they hittin' like lightnin' She was saying that I hit it, she lyin' Big racks, weigh more than a bison Slap a nigga just for all of that typin' She call my phone, but I had to decline She call my phone and she tell me she miss me I'm in the spot with a fifty You try to kill me, then you comin' with me Know my name all in your city So many rackaids, this shit got me dizzy You know that I'm having plenty I need a chopper, I don't need a semi I know that life will get tricky She call my phone and she tell me she miss me Walk out the spot and I'm totin' a fifty You try to kill me, then you comin' with me They know my name when I ride through your city So many rackaids, this shit got me dizzy I was down bad, but now I'm having plenty I need a chopper, I don't need a semi I count my blessings 'cause life will get tricky Count bankroll, like "Let's go" Shorty on me like "Oh no" Swear I don't really have no soul Look in my eyes and you know You know, you know Now you gon' pray that I fall Sitting on the bench while I ball Say they love me when I'm gone Up in the mornin', I'm chasin' a check 'til I'm blue Tell me what you wanna do I see them plottin', I know that they watchin' my moves Gotta slide with a tool Never had a dollar, now I got a lot of those But really, I ain't gonna lose If she always askin' me if I still love her, it's true Baby, what I gotta prove? Big Glock and it sound like a lion Hundred shots, baby, I'm not Mike Tyson Called my phone and she told me to dive in Diamonds wet like they came from an island Got a main bitch 'cause these bitches triflin' Money long, got these motherfuckers cryin' That's your bitch, but that ho' keep on eyein' Been through so much, no, I'm not lyin Aus Songtexte Mania