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Cody ZaySkillz Mingo Mhm, hmm Yeah, uh, yeah I'm finna go run it up, again Don't even know why he callin' me twin That nigga broke, why your pockets so thin? Yeah, my pockets, they look like all blue I get so high that I'm touchin' the roof That nigga broke and it's crazy (Ha) Stupid lil' bitch tryna play me [?] got money, [?] he don't wanna race me He tried to copy and paste me (Yeah) My bitch, she bad, and she Blasian Bullets turn hot, they gon' blaze him (Yeah, yeah) I fuck that ho, we ain't datin' No, I can't have a relation Money, it solve the equation He try to run, we gon' chasе him (Yeah) I like to wear Prada and shit (Ugh) Hе mad 'cause I'm fuckin' his bitch (Yeah) These niggas, they stay on my dick (Yeah) They mad 'cause I'm goin' up quick (Ha) I spent me a bag on my wrist SongtexteI got my (Blick), I ain't goin' for shit I got a bag, she goin' for it I'm on the road, tourin' and shit (Yeah) I think I made his tuition (Haha) That bitch a thot, I won't kiss her (Yeah) Playin', we send him to mister (Yeah) Playin', we send him to [?] (Yeah) I skrt off in the Benz (Yeah) We turn that boy to a trend (Yeah) We put that boy on a [?] (Yeah) Yeah (Bee) I'm sick Nigga really thought he could pull my bitch Tried to shoot yo' shot and you mo'fuckin' bricked Yeah, he talkin' shit, he get hit with the brick I got the gun, it came from the ship These niggas chihuahuas, bitch, I'm a pit Nigga, you could get shot by association, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you with Why all these bitch ass niggas tryna diss? Nigga, where yo' flag at if you a cryp? My niggas don't chit-chat, bitch, we rip Lil' nigga, you a Kit Kat, you could get split Nigga got killed and nobody knows KA$HDAMI, I'm the mo'fuckin' goat Got a G-Lock with the [?] sight on Your bitch on my dick and she tryna bone Niggas want smoke, then I'm givin' 'em asthma Bitch, I'm a big blood, no plasma Niggas be food, put 'em on a platter Nigga tried to grab my gun, so you know that I smacked 'em I already won, nigga this the [?] I only spit truth, like a mo'fuckin' pastor KA$HDAMI just keep goin' up, nigga I'm climbin' the ladder (Bah) (Yeah) I got that bag for real I got the clamps of steel (Ha) Just like banana, get peeled (Woah) I think I might sign a deal I got the fire, damn, the drill I bet I could pay yo' bills I need the bands, I'm so for real My bitch, she bad, she from Brazil (Yeah) Aus Songtexte Mania