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Ayy, bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch (Uh) Smoke straight from the farm, I'm on my growth shit Ayy, Reposado to sip, how much I pour ya? She in the Oscar de la Renta I might have to De La Hoya Call my lawyer, don't even ask me Nigga, I came fashionably late, our style was Condé Nast That Pyrex with tight neck, swallow my breath Hers was more of an architectural digest I digress with our chest We both get to speakin' our minds All kind of interior designs Superior grapes from inferior vines Switchin' time zones, these is curious times It's loose noodles, no furious spoons Fuck thе waves if I could bury the moon, I mean Shit is gеttin' very cartoon I keep this bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch (Uh) Smoke straight from the farm, I'm on my growth shit No boat made our own waves You hot or cold, no lukewarm Can't have nobody foldin' more coat hangers my way No low-hangin' fruit here SongtexteI palm trees to the face, won't speak hate to my face Y'all on some ho shit (Ho shit) Bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch (I smoke my own shit, man, what's it called? 93 Boyz) Smoke straight from the farm, I'm on my growth shit (Oh, you ain't heard?) Uh-huh This shit from farm to table Had to run it up, I never harmed an ankle And a distribution chain so major, I could start a label We done got the 93 Boyz hotter than Coral Gables Sometimes I wish I could take a weekend off, but I'm hardly able Louis Vuitton liaisons, the Pyer Moss, out of reach of the D.A.'s arms At Paris Fashion Week far preceding you rappers even havin' seats It's a Amoako Boafo, the shit a masterpiece, I'm fine arts' Master P (Uh) Sidebar Kassius Kayne, my large bag of dreams My daddy went Yankee, his son slangin' gasoline A million in the first three months (Damn) That's like two billion streams We blowin' up like Israel did to Philistines Gaza Strip, mobbin' through Bethlehem and I'm rockin' Ricks They been owin' us for the way they plundered the continent Got the world buyin' plane tickets off of my Ghana trips I been walking it, my nigga, now let me talk my shit Bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch (No bitch, uh, woo) 93 from the farm, I smoke my own shit, yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Aus Songtexte Mania