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I put a spiral on that motherfucker I put quiet exhaust on that motherfucker Fuck feeling like it, I'm actually a boss on this motherfucker Ross threw a car show on his lawn, we sent calls to that motherfucker Please don't stop, got them chrome hammers on my drop top Pizza signs on a hood ornament Drug war is hot, roll of paper full of pot Pocket full of fun coupons, that's what I got Jordan Belfort made it rain from the jot Fuck them agents, that's whoever pay 'em Slim chance, but I had to take it Now we ice skating, watch face band and bracelet Diamonds dancing, Harlem shaking I'm from New Orleans New Orleans madе me the world paid me, my hustlе saved me Struggle couldn't break me Yeah, pop tags like bubble wrap Yeah, drop bars and then pile of rags Back, hop, low-rider cars Higher than the stars rider in the dark, Enlighten you all Pop tags like bubble wrap yeah, drop bars and then pile of rags Back, hop, low-rider cars Higher than the stars Rider in the dark, enlighten you all Dippin' in plush Benz's, my knowledge is extensive I've snapped the park to Sparrow in the trenches I land in somethin' expensive Yeah girl, fuck with me cause I'm eccentric When the Benz God talk, Benz talk They pay attention Koenig's specials from Japan Andretti OG as my lungs expand Fully automatic weaponry in the Brevis van Look how I turn all my fantasies into daily plans SongtexteBrought the 80's back, park pre-mergers on Miami sand Had to buy it twice, wide bodies, that's my Miami vice That's my bitch for life paint red, but the panties white I just make her scream I'm up in her guts, that's every night Start the engine, made her cry the low-tech look stocked to the naked eye Purple Picasso with the pink and socks Patina Collective took abandoned Benz's, made them fly Did it for the team SGS's, watch us reign supreme Woke up to a dream twin Maybachs for my self-esteem, for real Chrome hammers on the dry top Pete signs on the hood On the myth, the drug war is hot Roll of paper full of pot Pocket full of funk coupons I got Jordan Belfort made it rain from his yacht Fuck the majors and whoever pamp that's a lot But I had to make it slim chance, but I had to take it Now we ice skating Watch FaceBand and Bruce tags like bubble wrap Yeah, drop bars and then pile the rags Back, hop, low rider cars Higher than the stars Rider in the dark Aus Songtexte Mania