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You think you know me Hm Hm Downtown shawty, poke your ass out Only settin' niggas up, I don't back down Black and rollin' 'round with that K out Every time I look down, I'm clean Yeah, got it all lean Big Gat', bail bonds and wrist slap I seen niggas try to dodge all this new tech Buh, huh, buh, buh, buh Fuckin' your bitch like I'm back from the war (Ayy) Fuckin' your bitch, I'm goin' on tour Fuckin' the head of my best I won't go in the ocean like Nemo, send shots at the floor We can't relate, bitch, I was poor Empty the safe, money on floor All of my songs are diss (Facts) I might just ghostwrite a hit They know that's money well-spent, yeah, yeah (You fixed your pussy?) Hol' up, fuck, nigga did homework, what? You gon' keep pushing' your luck If I aim for your head, better hope that you duck Songtexte Buh, frr, buh, buh, buh Fuckin' that bitch like I'm back from the war (Yeah) Fuckin' your bitch like I'm back from the tour (Uh) Fuck on me, baby, you know I'm a whore I pistol whip 'em so he know that it's war I ain't even have to show up in court Droppin' the case, got a drop in the jar, shit Buh, frr, buh, buh, buh Fuckin' that bitch like I'm goin' to war (Yeah) Fuckin' that bitch like I'm back from the tour (Uh) Fuck on me, baby, you know that he borin' I feel like they out here to win, I'm just scorin', huh I can afford it (Yeah) In the ocean like Dory, these sharks get 'em sorted, nasty Aus Songtexte Mania