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(Icey, I'm so sick of you) Tried to play me out my spot like I ain't that, ayy, uh Tried to pay me out my spot like I ain't that, uh I really live what I'm rappin' I really live what I'm rappin' Spendin' this money and drugs, I got your pay off an addy I'm leanin', she wakin' me up I'm in the mix with the crackers On Telegram lookin' for mud, I'm in the mix with the factors I fell out of mix with a slut, I fell out of mix with the actors The mud like the movie, that's good New York ho told me she'll jack it Make three hundred thousand off jackets I send her back home with a accent Make a Trackhawk almost back flip I cut a ho off like Magic Whatever I buy, you can have it I crash another whip, ain't cute but it is what it is I'm pop lil brother, with a— shh His favorite gun was this Countin' twenty K and all hundreds And the reason I don't look like shit I fucked his ho, he a P And he still wanna pay for a fee Spent so much money on Wock', made half of it back in my sleep SongtexteDamn, damn, damn, ayy Tried to pay me out my spot like I ain't that I really live what I'm rappin', haha, ayy I really live what I'm rappin' Spendin' this money and drugs, I got your pay off an addy I'm leanin', she wakin' me up I really live what I'm rappin', ayy Tried to play me out my spot like I ain't that Spendin' this money and drugs, I got your pay off an addy I'm leanin', she wakin' me up Damn, fuck wrong bro? Yeah, you know that, young Neptune One and only, probably a few more though, but, yeah, you know though EFG, long live the Bandman Keep it that simple, you know that Haha Aus Songtexte Mania