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(I hate you, bigchase) [?] 'bout that bullshit Yeah Smokin' on that indo, flyin' presidential New city every week and you know we getting rentals Full coverage, come with dental, [?] out my medal Addin' up the numbers, pourin' out the decimals Keep the poles like I'm on Vogue I got the rocks like I'm the code I'll teach these niggas how to cook You catch a lesson at the stove You not the only one I drove She got a Lambo and a Porsche I've been thinking 'bout suicide I'm talking 'bout the doors Follow paths like it's a chore [?] [?] Spend that bread, I'ma need some more Think about diamonds, think about whores Been this way, nigga, never been norm King of the cards, I stay on deck It's a shame I wanted more SongtexteSmokin' on that indo, flyin' presidential New city every week and you know we getting rentals Full coverage, come with dental, [?] out my medal Addin' up the numbers, pourin' out the decimals Smokin' on that indo, flyin' presidential New city every week and you know we getting rentals Full coverage, come with dental, [?] out my medal Addin' up the numbers, pourin' out the decimals I'ma need that and that, and that one too Uh, feel like MAC-11 by the way I shoot I ain't fuckin' with the [?] I bit off the coupe Feel like Hey Arnold!, nigga, I've been posted at stu' I always win, never lose I know these bitches gon' choose I know your niggas gon' switch I know this money gon' boost Yeah, I know how it ends I got the world in my hands I got a blunt in my mouth I multitask with the bands I'm at the [?] Smokey Bear, take a nap I'm out in Switzerland tryna hit the pub with the chaps Please don't dap me up, uh, boy head like a hockey puck You can your homie checked, I'ma put my Gucci on Smokin' like it's melotone Black eyed peas, I'm [?] Ringtone [?] megaphone Bitch, you came with a metronome A hundred on the dash, another hundred in the air up On the plane like it's Titanic, I'ma really have to let 'em go You know me, I ain't never fuck with no lil' bitch She gon' suck a nigga dick, I've been driving in my whip This a two-seater (Yeah), driving in my Beamer Wedding ring, I'm countin' bands, I'm countin' knots I'm makin' plans, come be a man, man, fuck the feds Fuck this shit, I want you dead, you fake bitch You lied to me (Yeah), can't ride with me, got robbery (What's up?) You want the beam? Bang, gang (Fuck 'em) Smokin' on that indo, flyin' presidential New city every week and you know we getting rentals Full coverage, come with dental, [?] out my medal Addin' up the numbers, pourin' out the decimals Smokin' on that indo, flyin' presidential New city every week and you know we getting rentals Full coverage, come with dental, [?] out my medal Addin' up the numbers, pourin' out the decimals Aus Songtexte Mania