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Ooh oooh uh Ooooh oooh uh [*humming*] Childish Major Who in the truck with the pretty guts pudgy fuck No tummy tuck got the city shook Mama look Bitches glissy' glossin'n'n up in the back bouta break her back to some rap shit Uzi-Vertabrae Up like murder rate Up Pearly gates Reason number 1 is I'm the sun of Trees and moons and martyrs, authors Right when they was counting me out I came around the hardest (Ohhh) Playing target practice met a bad bitch at target Darling What's your bargin Let's get it bussin' like we Barged in Ya' nigga all simp Bluue his head like he Marge Damn I'm animated And I made it SongtexteOut the city show in South Beach Ballin' out sheesh Mike Wazowski got my eye on her Pudgy, and the pussy got some power on it like [*clap clap clap clap*] Lights off it Who in the truck with the pretty guts Pudgy fuck No tummy tuck got the city shook Mama look Bitches gliszy' glossin'n'n up in the back bouta break her back to some rap shit Uzi-vertabrae Up like murder rate Up Pearly gates I don't know if I'll make it to pearly gates Standing on top of the world I'm big like 7'8" (Ahh) I wonder where my soul gonna go until the devil says (Hmm) I might got 8 different baby mommas in 7 states (States) I don't care what you do in the daytime At night better lay I don't care what you do in my whip take your shoes off Anna Mae I don't drink no Henny Casamigos be the better grade I done put diamonds in my AP and it make me feel so late And I got my momma a new home it make me feel so great Late better than never I feel like I'm greater than ever Fight for this cheddar The Def get you Jammed like Vendetta Who in the truck with the pretty guts pudgy fuck No tummy tuck got the city shook Mama look Bitches gliszy' glossin'n'n up in the back bouta break her back to some rap shit Uzi-Vertabrae Up like murder rate Up Pearly gates Reason number 1 is I'm the son of Trees and moons and martyrs, authors Right when they was counting me out I came around the hardest Playing target practice met a bad bitch a target V3 Who you bro I don't know you nigga need to move over Who smokin' I'm on Mars right now I feel like Bruno Got a pakk Loud as drums dis bih deserve a drumroll I attract That good brain don't bring around no dumb hoes Or no niggas That be burnt out like that Fronto I'm so serious I be better off boolin ' back on my own Who in the truck with the... Aus Songtexte Mania