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Roll the clip and run it back I'm really like that I'm really not friendly I need my credit, niggas hate that I need the numbers, I need the data Got you talkin' crazy Abracadabra, you niggas sideshow I'm Bobbin' like Psycho You gassin' like Texaco Infection like microbe You texted, "I might go" You push it, I might pop I'm fuckin' on heart-throbs I got your favorite rapper blocked I heard the dick was whack Your favorite athlete screamin', "Text me back!" I make no exceptions The lesser part of me loves all the cap He screamin', gеt back together I'm screamin', "Back of thе bus, trick!" Hawai'i for weather Booty softer than leather These hoes is feather weight I wipe my phone in case you don't, might beat the case Them 'hoe' accusations weak Them 'bitch' accusations true SongtexteYou hatin' from nosebleeds, I wish you well Smokin' on my ex pack tonight Smokin' on my ex pack tonight Smokin' on my ex pack tonight Smokin' on You can trust in me "I can-", you said "I can trust in you" "I can, I can" You can trust in me You can, you can Oh, oh Aus Songtexte Mania