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(GOONTEX) Ayy, I'm on that Wock' shit, that Wock' shit Ayy, ayy, uh How many drugs you gon' mix? That's three How many sluts you miss? That's none How many racks you gon' put in her purse? How she get lipstick on yo' gun? Shit ain't been the same since you followed that hearse How you got pain spillin' from yo' cup? Tighten up boy, ayy You gon' cut him off, but it ain't that deep Get the last word, but shit, that's me I was popping Xans', like twenty a week Mama just prayin' I'm somewhere asleep I ain't ever had shit before I rap So, I talk cash shit on these beats You don't sell drugs, why you sleep in the trap? Ridin', my brothers 'round when I sleep I don't trust nobody but that home EFG, R.I.P. Pop, free Lo And I'm with a diva, she like T.O Why I see a demon at one of my shows? Damn, leave it up to me yo ass'll be gone Leavе it up to me, I'll never bе wrong SongtexteWhy she keep peepin' to see my phone? Ain't shit a nut, but drank and Percs' Never love an addict, but we made it work Know you did me right when I speak in circles Never drunk Act', but I'm chasin' purple Spent everything 'cause I'm really rich Took it to the 'net 'cause he really a bitch You ain't got heart, but you proud of me Drink in the Bentley, like CMG Now we don't speak but she in reach Too much trauma, took three to sleep You'll be a ex if you leave it to me, can't let 'em down 'cause my people with me And they made a way but it's deeper than me Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, How many drugs you gon' mix? That's three How many sluts you miss? That's none How many racks you gon' put in her purse? How she get lipstick on yo' gun? Damn, damn Damn, damn Ayy, How many drugs you gon' mix? That's three How many sluts you miss? That's none How many racks you gon' put in her purse? How she get lipstick on yo' gun? (GOONTEX) We ain't been the same since you followed that hearse How you got pain spillin' from yo' cup? How you got pain spillin' from yo' cup? Aus Songtexte Mania