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(It's the Hocus Pocus Harry James) Break a bitch down 'cause I had to The Glizz' in the cut 'cause I had to These niggas, they temp', just like tattoos Got a Glock with a laser to zap you Came from whippin' the work in the back room Have to be by the sink in the bathroom Now I live in the L.A., isn't that cool? In the hills, have no service, just big pools I cannot go for a bitch, if she chill with my opp, she a dub and I mean it The view from the room in my crib is amazing, the drive down the hill is so scenic Lost my ring on a trip to the airport, when TSA hear it, I hope that they seen it Not tryna go back and I mean it Me and Skip on the loose with the demons Woah, look at me, I know that they sick of me It's a shame that they pickin' me It's the voice and delivery Why the label so into me? (The labels) Huh, she's so intimate She eatin' my dick like it's cinnamon She love it, she do it again and again Fuck it, let's call up your friend Maybe she'll like me, we'll see how it ends SongtexteThe clip in the Glock, I like how it blends I know you want money, stop asking your friends Huh, let's meet in the ends Break off my guys, you know how it gets From Civics to gems, she wanna repent She not content, she can't even pretend She fuckin' a rapper and do it again Break a bitch down 'cause I had to The Glizz' in the cut 'cause I had to These niggas, they temp', just like tattoos Got a Glock with a laser to zap you Came from whippin' the work in the back room Have to be by the sink in the bathroom Now I live in the L.A., isn't that cool? In the hills, have no service, just big pools The crib got a pool and it's huge I'm at the top of the moon (At the top) We in the two-seater, call it cocoon (Over the top) And my niggas they quiet, sneak up, racoon (Damn) Told you, break a bitch down if I had to She wanna cover the tattoos Signed out my deal at Matthew's I'm blessed, like achoo The Glizz' in the cut and it got you (Got 'em) Niggas lied so they gettin' exposed (They do) Seen the opps, get live, then they ghost (Bye) Hit that boy in the dirt, he's a toast, damn Hit that boy in the dirt, he's a toaster (Wow) In my city, I ride with a chauffer (In the R-R) We can fuck on the low, then it's over (It's done) I got fans, but they used to be smokers (Gang) Break a bitch down 'cause I had to The Glizz' in the cut 'cause I had to These niggas, they temp', just like tattoos Got a Glock with a laser to zap you Came from whippin' the work in the back room Have to be by the sink in the bathroom Now I live in the L.A., isn't that cool? In the hills, have no service, just big pools I cannot go for a bitch, if she chill with my opp, she a dub and I mean it The view from the room in my crib is amazing, the drive down the hill is so scenic Lost my ring on a trip to the airport, when TSA hear it, I hope that they seen it Not tryna go back and I mean it Me and Skip on the loose with the demons Aus Songtexte Mania