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Mhm, mm, blrrrd, blrrrd (We choose to go to the Moon) Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd Blrrrd, ayy, ayy, who want smoke? Tell him meet face-to-face Remember back in 'leventh grade, I dirtied up my only K Get my round applause, in a couple months I done made a way I'm why niggas dropped the Rollies and went to the Cartiers Know I'm a hood nigga, I mismatch designer with the Js Though I'm still posted on the block, eat a box of Church's before a steak Amiris and the Burberry trench coat, extend, I hide the Drac' Backdoor gang, I'm king snake, still quick to bake your ass a cake Blrrrd (Blrrrd, blrrrd) Might take this pussy chain, snap it up and go live with it He try to buy it back, rob him again, my mind different Know K-D gon' score for me, I gotta keep slime with me I been up since 6:00, I done made forty racks 'fore 9:50 Just keep pourin' and rollin' up, watchin' the gang from the kitchen Condo on the stadium, keep goin' up, we finally livin' Stay up on your Ps and Qs around me, go get on the business And keep it solid every situation, don't you go to squealin' B-A-C-G, big Shiesty Gang, don't come around, this shit get sticky His background check came back today, it said you got booked for your Blicky Blrrrd, you got booked for your Blicky Backstage, dab up for your Blicky SongtexteBlrrrd, ayy, ayy, who want smoke? Tell him meet face-to-face Remember back in 'leventh grade, I dirtied up my only K Get my round applause, in a couple months I done made a way I'm why niggas dropped the Rollies and went to the Cartiers Know I'm a hood nigga, I mismatch designer with the Js Though I'm still posted on the block, eat a box of Church's before a stake Amiris and the Burberry trench coat, extend, I hide the Drac' Backdoor gang, I'm king snake, still quick to bake your ass a cake Closin' the deal, got a stick in the briefcase (Pussy, blrrrd) Rob me a rapper, sell the chain on eBay (Pussy, pussy) I don't wanna rap 'bout nothin' but gunplay (Straight up, straight up) Catch him at a light, we gonna leave him on a one-way (21, 21) Big 4L, I'm the real big (Real big) Dealin' with the law, he a real pig (Pussy) I done fucked around, had a rubber in my pocket Said, "I don't wanna hit raw," but I still did (On God) Glennwood Road where they kill shit (21) Walk a nigga down with a Kel-Tec (21) Nigga ain't trust me with his strap So he took the clip out, he a real bitch (Pussy) I'm from the six where they shiesty (Pussy) Leave your man brain on your right knee (Pussy) All these opps got whacked I know they prayin' that the folks indict me (21) Bitch, I'm a player, can't wipe me (Never) Never been a ho, not even slightly When I'm on the road, got a model who Skype me If I get fucked up, shawty gon' write me (21) Blrrrd, ayy, ayy, who want smoke? Tell him meet face-to-face Remember back in 'leventh grade, I dirtied up my only K Get my round applause, in a couple months I done made a way I'm why niggas dropped the Rollies and went to the Cartiers Know I'm a hood nigga, I mismatch designer with the Js Though I'm still posted on the block, eat a box of Church's before a stake Amiris and the Burberry trench coat, extend, I hide the Drac' Backdoor gang, I'm king snake, still quick to bake your ass a cake Blrrrd Aus Songtexte Mania