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(Surf Gang, bitch) Yeah-yeah, ah, yeah-yeah (Ayo, J6, turn that up) Ah, yeah, ah, yeah Some niggas say I changed, I'm worried 'bout guap, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas Got a small-ass circle, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas, I love my niggas My mother don't fuck with all of the smokin', but it made my vibe litter His pockets is hurtin', he worth five figures Shit on these niggas, I don't mean to litter Dick on her lip and that shit like a blister Hit from the back, finna dance in her liver From the distance, that shit like [?] She know the drill like a system Dick lips, I know that she kissed 'еm Chrome Hearts, putting my fist up Broke-ass nigga, told him gеt his drip up Broke-ass nigga, told him get his chips up He on my 'Gram looking for some more sauce I got your cheese, finna get my sticks up L.V. bag, know I keep the stick tucked Big ol' Backwood, not no Swisher Paid attention and then I got richer Boy like [?], bitch, you better answer And the dick riding spreading like cancer Rock that Chrome Heart 'cause I got my bands up SongtexteBitch-nigga, he need him a pamper She told me she don't fuck with my temper What you say? She said that I'm handsome [?] Brazillian dancer Hit up my slimes that stay in Atlanta Shooting 'em shots, I'm feelin' like [?] Yeah-yeah, ah, yeah-yeah Ah, yeah, ah, yeah Some niggas say I changed, I'm worried 'bout guap, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas Got a small-ass circle, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas, I love my niggas My mother don't fuck with all of the smokin', but it made my vibe litter His pockets is hurtin', he worth five figures Shit on these niggas, I don't mean to litter Dick on her lip and that shit like a blister Hit from the back, finna dance in her liver From the distance, that shit like [?] She know the drill like a system Dick lips, I know that she kissed 'em Chrome Hearts, putting my fist up Broke-ass nigga, told him get his drip up Broke-ass nigga, told him get his chips up He on my 'Gram looking for some more sauce I got your cheese, finna get my sticks up L.V. bag, know I keep the stick tucked Big ol' Backwood, not no Swisher Paid attention and then I got richer Boy like [?], bitch, you better answer And the dick riding spreading like cancer Rock that Chrome Heart 'cause I got my bands up Bitch-nigga, he need him a pamper She told me she don't fuck with my temper What you say? She said that I'm handsome [?] Brazillian dancer Hit up my slimes that stay in Atlanta Shooting 'em shots, I'm feelin' like [?] Some niggas say I changed, I'm worried 'bout guap, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas Got a small-ass circle, I don't give a fuck 'bout niggas, I love my niggas My mother don't fuck with all of the smokin', but it made my vibe litter His pockets is hurtin', he worth five figures Shit on these niggas, I don't mean to litter Dick on her lip and that shit like a blister Hit from the back, finna dance in her liver From the distance, that shit like [?] She know the drill like a system Dick lips, I know that she kissed 'em Chrome Hearts, putting my fist up Broke-ass nigga, told him get his drip up Broke-ass nigga, told him get his chips up He on my 'Gram looking for some more sauce I got your cheese, finna get my sticks up L.V. bag, know I keep the stick tucked Big ol' Backwood, not no Swisher Paid attention and then I got richer Boy like [?], bitch, you better answer And the dick riding spreading like cancer Rock that Chrome Heart 'cause I got my bands up Bitch-nigga, he need him a pamper She told me she don't fuck with my temper What you say? She said that I'm handsome [?] Brazillian dancer Hit up my slimes that stay in Atlanta Shooting 'em shots, I'm feelin' like [?] Aus Songtexte Mania