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(DJ Swift on the track) (Dubba-AA flexin') (Louie Bandz made anotha' one) Look, lil bitch I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you dont like 'em?" cause I'm thuggin' And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch we clutchin' " Benz ties, 200,000 to that nigga, it ain't nothing 450 get me out the way, that .45 gon' leave 'em ugly All of these diamonds, this ain't nothing Hold on, I take that back, I'm flooded Bullet proof car, nigga ride so ruggish Every time we get out, it be hard for to shut it My shirt I got on made by Givenchy The bitch say, "Die" filled her with money I put Moncler over Chanel, the shoe I got on fifteen hundred And I got these diamonds dancing And they high edition and they fully loaded Drivin', coastin', when I hit the freeway hit the gas, I'm loaded Bases loaded, 30's filled up and all my niggas tote it The hoes we wit' turnt up bitch, we be them But when you see you know it Songtexte Look, lil bitch I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you dont like 'em?" cause I'm thuggin' And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch we clutchin' " Benz ties, 200,000 to that nigga, it ain't nothing 450 get me out the way that .45 gon' leave 'em ugly Drank got me high, mane it got me up, purple got me loaded I told dat bitch, "Get off yo ass, go get some backwoods out the store" That nigga know, he play it's goin' down Six feet, it's lowest you go Fuck who you wit', that cutter spray around, we kill you wit' your bro I made lil shorty touch her toes And then got 'em painted just from the way she use her throat That's that slime shit Fake ass gangsta needa decide who they dying wit' And you the type that I don't need to spend no time wit' Let's go, 4KT, Kentrell be careful, that's that triple nine DDawg need a gold medal how he slang that iron I punch a nigga in his shit and then I pay that fine I'm thinking of 12 shades of grey, I'm in that state of mind Look, lil bitch I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you dont like 'em?" cause I'm thuggin' And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch we clutchin' " Benz ties, 200,000 to that nigga, it ain't nothing 450 get me out the way that .45 gon' leave 'em ugly Aus Songtexte Mania