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(D. Hill) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Cartel on every beat, nigga) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah My wrist right (My wrist) My bitch right (My bitch) My fit right (My fit) Keep a stick right (Keep a stick, nigga) Right, right, right, right Right, right, right, right Why they trappin'? We go spend it up Them niggas broke because of us That Molly pink-like pig skin Fuckin' on my best friend Got that Lambo' tinted (Right) And put Dracos in it (Right) Niggas, they was with me (Right) I don't know what happened (Yeah) I had to get rid of bitches, I knew they was choosin' I'm rich, so I'm the one to blame for everybody when they was losin' She don't know a song, but, she gon' fuck me 'causе I'm poppin' (Right) Spent twenty up in Ninas and I didn't plan on shoppin' (Right) SongtexteYour top in my lap, girl, it's hech Cortеz, he'll dunk on 'em like Shaq' Don't try and flex on me, get embarrassed I'm fuckin' snow bunnies in these cartridges Got all these rings on like I'm married Got all these Cuban links on my neck I got a cold heart in my chest I got a opp bitch in my bed Say that they with it, dodgin' on the low I put some new attachments on the pole We just gon' burn them bridges for them trolls Niggas just gon' take my vision all alone (D. Hill) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Cartel on every beat, nigga, that's fire) Yeah, yeah, yeah My wrist right (My wrist) My bitch right (My bitch) My fit right (My fit) Keep a stick right (Keep a stick, nigga) Right, right, right, right Right, right, right, right Why they trappin'? We go spend it up Them niggas broke because of us That Molly pink-like pig skin Fuckin' on my best friend Got that Lambo' tinted And put Dracos in it Niggas, they was with me I don't know what happened Ain't right Bitches ain't right These niggas ain't right But, my bitch right Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't right Yeah, yeah, bitches ain't right Aus Songtexte Mania