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Baby girl, I wanna know are you really, really 'bout it? I just flew us to an island, I'm so high, don't need no pilot Don't you leave me, you know I need you, that pussy mine I might bleed through and come and eat you, you know it's time I swear I don't need nobody else, I'm on my own this time Brodie drunk eight and I drunk eight and we ain't even spare a line I swear these lil' niggas be bitches, I might put his ass in timeout Don't trust one of you lil' niggas, I dap you with my .9 out Said she wanna pick my mind out, well let's get to the pickin' When I wake up, smoke a Backwood, then I go and handle business Hope they let me up to Heaven, I've been doing all this sinning And my brodie get knocked off for shootin' shit, there ain't no witness R.I.P. to all my dawgs, they can't keep me out the kitchen And my dawgs sellin' dough and that pack be hella vicious All by myself I went far, I ain't need me no mention No, I can't fuck you raw 'cause I can't have no children Baby girl, I wanna know are you really, really 'bout it? I just flew us to an island, I'm so high, don't need no pilot Don't you leave me, you know I need you, that pussy mine I might bleed through and come and eat you, you know it's time Aus Songtexte Mania