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Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger Uh Get your mans, if you switchin’ up then tell me in advance Sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips Chain swangin’, dunno where the metal is Pull up on a Benz, she dance, got us some heaven pants Bitch we on a different rank, I am the veteran Bitch I quit my vans, lemme just do my dance Kill streak shit in the game, then it’s just represent Mona Lisa and Picasso Balls on limp, I’m a child though Cultural vision on a 5-4 Wave form, movie, Idaho Came storm like it’s X-Men Fuck with me, you is dead man In my pockets, Deadman And I leap like it’s Jumpman Coffees and the L-Men Trophies, don’t compare them What’s a Grammy to a [?] Just send my Grammy and the trophy What’s a gram to a fake bitch? Indonesian was a language Think I’m speakin’ like a bad bitch SongtexteBackground in a whole different continent How we got different ad-libs How we got different mothers How we got different cash How we got different chances How we got different culture Rollin’ deep with my dawgs you would think it’s a veterinary I reached my goals by January Got the eyes of a tiger, Katy Perry Gettin’ married to the game Little bitch, we’re not the same And that bitch pussy wet like, jolly dang And that bitch done sold like 20k And I’m jokin’, roly poly with the zaza Sippin’, drinkin’, bitin’ with the foie gras You will need the barker when you buy buy I don’t got a problem with the hot girl I’m the finished product, you the mark-up Quittin’ the xanny, bitch, get yo’ box up YouTube soldiers, get to the Choppa Just woke up, I get to the cameras You won’t judge of Rollin’ Impalas I do not write I’m just telling my truth When I get in the booth I don’t fuck with no Judas Got random computers Got so many sons, I don’t know where the booth is If you do got the game like Galaga, boot up You feel like the Goonies But I’d rather sit on my face like a Buddhist You fuckin’ with Gucci that give me lil’ cooties [?] She give me the face I fell in love in the middle of COVID, she badder than Addison Rae He might hit a post but the fraction always seven times and they never got paid I told my girl, hit the neuron and zoom in uh She thinkin’ of the parade I took the family with trip in Japan but the weeb inside [?] ways Uh Get your mans, if you switchin’ up then tell me in advance Sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips Chain swangin’, dunno where the metal is Pull up on a Benz, she dance, got us some heaven pants Bitch we on a different rank, I am the veteran Bitch I quit my vans, lemme just do my dance Kill streak shit in the game, then it’s just represent Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah Me and Warren ’bout to kill this shit It is gettin’ carried, get the crucifix Saw them ’boutta leave but I’m immune to leaves Saw the snakes, bitches got a piece side Rewind that shit, remind that bitch [?] turned to ash to propaganda, bitch I’ve been in the new background 24, tryna go clash and crash with me I’m practically the most savage The most braggadocious boy that you’ve ever seen I’m on caffeine, the black jeans In the whole brevity and slow additives I’m sippin’ tea, I’m livid ‘Cause I got the whole game to carry I decide to carry Oh my god my Nike, I’m Mariah Carey Got a check in December Miss shots like a sober man Hold ’em, join the mini military Miss the sign, you the sign of a dairy I’m a bitch like Halle Berry I’mma fish like “Bitch, I’m pretty!” Goddamn I’m pretty, bitch And I’m back in the juice I don’t play by no rules I awaken the Kyuubi Attack anything that are making a move I don’t make an excuse Before you walk in, take off your shoes, bitch Are you limp, boy? Sippin’ on shoelace I got blues but you so clueless On my words, I acted in a movie, lil’ bitch I got blue bills, match your dances Blue jeans with a bad bitch With a side of sushi Schoolboy gettin’ excused [?] Goofy [?] Bitch, I got new keys in Jacuzzi Keepin’ it in the lowkey [?] movie Bitch, my battery, saw that Uzi Keep your mask on, you smell like blue cheese, ay Uh Get your mans, if you switchin’ up then tell me in advance Sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips Chain swangin’, dunno where the metal is Pull up on a Benz, she dance, got us some heaven pants Bitch we on a different rank, I am the veteran Bitch I quit my vans, lemme just do my dance Kill streak shit in the game, then it’s just represent Aus Songtexte Mania