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Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, prayin' that I don't get cut Uh-huh By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts Uh-huh Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, prayin' that I don't get cut Uh-huh By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts Uh-huh Twenty-eight inch Jeep Wrangler (Uh-huh) This ain't no cheap Wrangler (Uh-huh) Bad bitch looking like an angel (Uh-huh) Thirty milligrams of the painkillers (Uh-huh) And that kinda dick just Strangler (Uh-huh) Dior boots to your ankle (Uh-huh) Making these bitch niggas chase you (Uh-huh) Smirk to your face, that's a facial (Uh-huh) Walk in the club, Mac 'round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (Uh-huh) Back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38's by the crates (Uh-huh) Bitch, she thick, first datе (Uh-huh) Seventeen, thirty-eight by thе case (Uh-huh) How the fuck do a nigga think he in his bag if he putting motherfuckers on a case (Uh-huh) Fuck a top model in the face (Uh-huh) Fucking backseat of the Wraith (Uh-huh) She a good girl, so before she eat this dick, she gon' say her grace (Uh-huh) SongtexteTurn a church girl to a nympho (Nympho) All my guns got extendo (Extendo) I'ma make a stripper get rich this year, start tipping these bitches in crypto (Uh-huh) All these diamonds on me, if you turn the light on, it'll turn into a disco (Lean) Come and see how a nigga live in my house so big, gotta get my own zip code (Uh-huh) Rich ass nigga in Balmain brigade's Chilling in some with a V12 engine Nigga might have fill a amber alert Press one button, can't find my ceiling Still can't get no sleep, am I We sell lotta [?], I got Four bad bitches with, but they all can go, I ain't get between two seats If it ain't about money, don't speak Getting this cake, but ain't shit sweet I'ma take a picture of your bitch on her knees I'll sell that motherfucker as a NFT (Ha) Twenty-eight inch Jeep Wrangler (Uh-huh) This ain't no cheap Wrangler (Uh-huh) Bad bitch looking like an angel (Uh-huh) Thirty milligrams of the painkillers (Uh-huh) And that kinda dick just Strangler (Uh-huh) Dior boots to your ankle (Uh-huh) Making these bitch niggas chase you (Uh-huh) Smirk to your face, that's a facial (Uh-huh) Walk in the club, Mac 'round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (Uh-huh) Back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38's by [?] (Uh-huh) Bitch, she thick, first date (Uh-huh) Seventeen, thirty-eight by the case (Uh-huh) How the fuck do a nigga think he's in his bag if he putting motherfuckers on a case (Uh-huh) Yeah, my money talk it’s no debate, wait (Uh-huh) She wanna come play, wait (Uh-huh) Drove for my stick like arcade, wait (Uh-huh) She gonna roll like a Wraith, wait (Uh-huh) So I had to pull out the Wraith, wait (Uh-huh) NASCAR, I do the race, wait (Uh-huh) Fast car, she love the chase, wait (Uh-huh) Race, ooh, to my place, wait (Uh-huh) Shawty a bull, just like Candace Parker, wait (Uh-huh) My pockets are Parker’s, look at 'em getting larger (Uh-huh) Pull up at night in apartments, my youngest with the armor (Uh-huh) Baby, my money the talker, she say that it charm her, wait (Uh-huh) I’m with a plug now he pulling up in a charger, hey (Uh-huh) She pulling it all in her mouth, hey, I can’t be the father, wait (Uh-huh) I’m smoking my drugs now, yeah, with somebody daughter (Uh-huh) Like Juice my Hustle & Flow, yeah, might get me a Oscar (Uh-huh) Twenty-eight inch Jeep Wrangler (Uh-huh) This ain't no cheap Wrangler (Uh-huh) Bad bitch looking like an angel (Uh-huh) Thirty milligrams of the painkillers (Uh-huh) And that kinda dick just Strangler (Uh-huh) Dior boots to your ankle (Uh-huh) Making these bitch niggas chase you (Uh-huh) Smirk to your face, that's a facial (Uh-huh) Walk in the club, Mac 'round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (Uh-huh) Back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38's by [?] (Uh-huh) Bitch, she thick, first date (Uh-huh) Seventeen, thirty-eight by the case (Uh-huh) How the fuck do a nigga think he's in his bag if he putting motherfuckers on a case (Uh-huh) Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that I don't get cut Uh-huh By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts Uh-huh Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that I don't get cut Uh-huh By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts Uh-huh Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that I don't get cut Uh-huh By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts Uh-huh Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that I don't get cut Uh-huh By these police making raids Aus Songtexte Mania