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(Cutta, we rich) Locked in But I still'll go and make the block spin, you know Treat you like you number one, not top ten, you know And I know you thinkin' that I'm not shit, you know I've been way too clocked in Pretty girls love me, so a nigga got options You gon' make me leave just for thinkin' that I'm not shit I come over every other day, you say I'm toxic, watch this I done put you on, you think you hot shit Why the fuck I trust you? Had you 'round me when the Glock spit, you know Way too much, I treat like the topic, you know Talking 'bout you, I make you the topic, you know Sometimes when I go to lane switch, I'm swervin' Took you from the suburbs to suburbans I'm the reason you went out and told someone you hurtin' I'm the reason why you feel like you've been in your Birkin You know That it isn't easy this way, why you leave me this way? (Ah, ah, ah) I guess it's 'cause I ain't shit But you know You ain't have to leave me that way, why you leave me that way? (Ah, ah, ah) (Yeah) You sayin' that I 'ain't shit' SongtexteBut you do 'ain't shit' niggas every day And you the type put niggas in they place And you the type to have it all, I like your way, oh 4AM at the club, gotta stay up You shouldn't leave now, I'm on my way up You shouldn't leave now, I'm on my way up You know when I get home, we gon' lay up I say that I love you, I don't play much I say that I love you, I don't say much And we gon' really make love, we ain't gotta play, fuck, yeah Everything Even told you everything, would've bought a wedding ring I don't really see too many dudes that's ahead of me You say I'm a dog, I bet you'll feed me Pedigree You say that I ain't shit, that's the reason that you tellin' me You know I only hang where the fellas be But the fellas ain't shit, I know it Give me one more chance, I won't blow it Locked in But I still'll go and make the block spin, you know Treat you like you number one, not top ten, you know And I know you thinkin' that I'm not shit, you know I've been way too clocked in Pretty girls love me, so a nigga got options You gon' make me leave just for thinkin' that I'm not shit I come every other day, you say I'm toxic, watch this I done put you on, you think you hot shit Why the fuck I trust you? Had you 'round me when the Glock spit, you know Way too much, I treat like the topic, you know Talk about you, I make you the topic, you know Sometimes when I go to lane switch, I'm swervin' Took you from the suburbs to suburbans I'm the reason you went out and told someone you hurtin' I'm the reason why you feel like you've been in your Birkin Aus Songtexte Mania