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Racks on racks, money ginja me Opps, they talk, say na frequency Had to laugh way they humor me Runnin' it up with the urgency Streets dey over ginja me From the wall to the window seat In the sun, through the storm, in the winter I'm in the club, shawty moving like a ninja, ninja Fresh to death, I'm beyond heat Activist in my Dior jeans Buss a jigg, feed you Molly Feed my love like crack to this fiend I can't be your lover Too many things to lose You love me with no honor Don't wanna leave, I don't I knew that you were trouble Wasted eyes on you I can't be your lover Too many things to lose Demon with the Dior on the dresser Pop a Molly tessie in a Tesla Let it warm your back and your neck (Uh, uh, uh) SongtexteI'ma film it all, make a best-of Edit it all, make it scene on scene Under it all, know you scheme on me Hottie million with a milli' on me I wanna menage with the blicky on me Turn the bass up Tell me what you want, want She want more to taste, uh I can get it all, all Pretty little bitch, give me pretty, give me nana Take me to Nirvana, diamond in the sky-y I can't be your lover Too many things to lose You love me with no honor Don't wanna leave, I don't I knew that you were trouble Wasted eyes on you I can't be your lover Too many things to lose Aus Songtexte Mania