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Brr, boaw, boaw Fuck these niggas on, man? Ain't gotta tweak with me I don't know, bitch AR's and FN's Shawty want me but I want her best friend Why do he keep textin'? I'm off X and shit Fuck up all my messages, I'm not with all that extra shit Foenem stretchin' shit, he might run fast but lil' folks catch and shit AR's and FN's Shawty want me but I want her best friend Why do he keep textin'? I'm off X and shit Fuck up all my messages, I'm not with all that extra shit Foenem stretchin' shit, he might run fast but lil' folks catch and shit On his ass, don't play with him Passin' Drac's like a test and shit He run away, stretch his back like off Ricky or off exorcist Told him don't think too hard, just blow like Runtz and shit Codeine in my piss, Percocets [?] my aim, when I shoot, I don't miss Them 30's have me pissed off, let that blick talk High as shit, might lift off Ooh, what he said? Ain't his homie dead? He don't tote sticks at all I'ma pop X's and Adderall, this shit don't mix at all We the ones kick it off, we the ones start shit for no reason SongtexteNot at all, but if I ball, they ball I can't tote no blicks at all right now but I can still make that call You showin' way too much right now, baby girl, take that off 079 King Drive, that's where my bros reside Fuck the opps, they hoes inside My jewelry on, I'm cold inside Damn, he told I lied, tell that boy be quiet I ain't gotta say too much, just open up your fuckin' eyes Tell me what gang you touch when next time you slide They say your dead mans in they dutch when you get in your get backs Money Maker [?], that should be me my name Your big homie straight a bitch, bet you still gon' wear his chain Umm, bullets flyin', once he step across that line Ain't your niggas dyin'? One by one and two by two sometimes Why you tweak with us when we the ones been runnin' through your guys? Catch him in traffic, ask him, "Where the guns you use on live?" Ooh, why you playin'? Would say your lil' homie name, but shit, lil' buddy dead And I can't afford to go fed, uh Bitch, you made you bet, I wanna slide myself But since I learned to drop that bread, I get beside myself, uh, uh AR's and FN's Shawty want me but I want her best friend Why do he keep textin'? I'm off X and shit Fuck up all my messages, I'm not with all that extra shit Foenem stretchin' shit, he might run fast but lil' folks catch and shit AR's and FN's Shawty want me but I want her best friend Why do he keep textin'? I'm off X and shit Fuck up all my messages, I'm not with all that extra shit Foenem stretchin' shit, he might run fast but lil' folks catch and shit And FN's I want her best friend Why do he keep texting? I'm off X and shit All my messages, extra shit Aus Songtexte Mania