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Skrrr, Trackhawk gon' spin off Baby set that ass, said she tryna get that rent off Bro just got an aggravated charge, he at the big house Pistol whip him til his jaw break, he got a big mouth Uh uh uh uh uh, fuck your baby daddy Bitch you ain't say that last week, when we was in his Caddy Lil bro just got 20 years, had too much ice up in the baggy White bitch look like Britney Spears, she choose to bing drop the Addy Ain't nothin' toxic but these diamonds in watches Adam Sandler, waterboy, I ain't drinkin' out no faucet Double blinds on the Maybach, them feds watching Every time a nigga play with them birds an egg droppin' Rob a hoe that's payin' me, I'm findin' you Tape the niggas lips together ask him who he lyin' to Drop his arm in the tank, make his head piranha food Show come home with the bank, yeah that's my kind of mood Uh uh uh uh uh, my kind of mood How you tryna give me head without no bread, that's kinda rude Louis V skates, double shoe strings, my kind of shoes If you ain't ridin' with the switch on the splizzy, you tryna lose Uh uh uh uh uh, my kind of mood Uh, uh uh uh uh uh, kinda rude Uh, uh uh uh uh uh, ain't tryna lose Uh, uh uh uh uh uh, switcheroo SongtexteSwitcheroo up on these hoes like we in high school She came through at night and give me brain, I call that night school Every Friday I get me a check, I feel like Ice Cube Me and Sauce, we got ten white bitches with us like we leaving Tycoons I shoot videos inside my crib, don't need a white room Black and white, just like we watching belly, I got six bathrooms Brody'nem done woke my bitch up, now she got an attitude My young dawg need a pack or two, his face clean I'll give it to him You can see the they mood change, soon as I walk in the room Know we got these niggas sick, they might need some chickens soup She can't fuck with me, ain't got no paper, no, that shit ain't cool Send me 10k on CashApp, now that's my type of mood Uh uh uh uh uh, my kind of mood How you tryna give me head without no bread, that's kinda rude Louis V skates, double shoe strings, my kind of shoes If you ain't ridin' with the switch on the splizzy, you tryna lose Uh uh uh uh uh, my kind of mood Uh, uh uh uh uh uh, kinda rude Uh, uh uh uh uh uh, ain't tryna lose Uh, uh uh uh uh uh, rrrrrah, switcheroo Aus Songtexte Mania