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Relax your mind, let your conscience feel free You're now fuckin' with Hit-Boy and G-A-M-E It's Dolla $ign in this motherfucker (Dolla $ign) Wrist nigga, big tipper, quarter mill', my wrist, nigga It's the Numinati (Bitches) move your body (This is) The newest Audi, gassin' on the shore next to Snoop and Roddy Niggas movin' oppy, so we in the coupe with shawties And my nigga Ye just pulled up in two Bugattis Don't ask me how these Hit-Boy classics sound Put the Draco on my face, you can't back me down Soon as the bass drop, asses bounce And bitches just like the blunts, they get passed around Give me the chronic or thе cookies, the woods gon' spark to it Niggas tryna ride our wavе, we bringin' the sharks to it Where my dawgs at? Glocks gon' bang in the dark to it Brought the Westside back, C-walk in the park to it Game mode, 'bout to change my name to 3Pacs, nigga I'm like three Pacs steppin' in classic Reeboks, nigga We shoot 'til it's empty, then we box niggas It's like an R hangin' from your neck when we Roc niggas Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we's supposed Ty Dolla in this bitch And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips SongtexteDon't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we's supposed Hurricane in the house, nigga Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga Still here, never left Bandana on my right, Nip tatted on my chest Feel the Hit-Boy drums when they drummin' on the West Chronic smoke in her lungs, got her rubbin' on her breasts What's next? Pourin' champagne on the rose 'Bout to fuck her in the rain 'til her nipples get cold, uh-huh Numinati, put the ice on the gold Got her livin' out the Birkin 'cause my life on the road Whether in or out of town, I gotta floss the Dezzi Get shot, I tell the block, "All dogs go to heaven" I'm not gon' stop, them tops is gon' drop The opps is gon' rot, them guns is gon' pop Been rich for twenty years, this is not your level Wanna show 'em the Hellcat, I just shot the devil, uh Drillmatic up and the bars comin' from Attica I stopped smoking weed and I'm goin' back to Africa Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we's supposed Ty Dolla in this bitch And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we's supposed Hurricane in the house, nigga Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga Aus Songtexte Mania