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I’m Trice Medical Piss on my bizonal, spittin’ that clinical I’m in the delivery room, pockets pregnant, bitch tryna clip the umbilical I ain’t simple or typical, gen’, or general Nigga, I’m nuts, no genitals I fell in love with them chemicals I bust a few nuts and she swim in ’em These niggas act tough and they feminine Play no games, nigga, not even scrimmagin’ These niggas can’t see me, no imagery My pockets so fat, they hemorrhagin’ Damn, that’s an injury, I gotta keep the same energy My soda pink with that remedy I can’t rest in peace ’cause they diggin’ this shit Big Tune, I lick shots, them niggas lick wounds Shoot up everything but the kids room, I walk out the bank like the Men’s Room I got paper like I’m a tribune I fly a bitch out like a witch broom I run in her mouth like some gym shoes Cum all over her face, now, her skin smooth Ho-ass nigga, camel toe-ass nigga Pantyhose-ass nigga Candy store-ass nigga Sweet and sourdough-ass nigga Don’t know how it go-ass nigga SongtexteI’m a giant, I’ma come, and thump, fee-fi, and fo that nigga Wait, I’m a baboon, I’m a tycoon Bitch, it’s like Tune, elephant in the room I’m the shit, the perfume, I’m the salt in the wound And, I walk on the moon, it’s like carpet to Tune I thought you was a goon, well take off the costume You soft as balloons, I play golf with balloons Yeah, I make your heart, “Boom-boom-boom” Yeah, I break her heart like the rules, yeah Wait, I’m livin’ the dream, livin’ the dream Sippin’ the lean Give me a beam Feelin’ surreal I’m here with the queen She here for a ring, I’m killin’ her dreams I’m killin’ the scene A nigga a king, they kissin’ the ring Yea, bling and the bling Drippin’ red bean, I’m with the regime We finna rage against the machine I’m Trice Medical Piss on my bizonal, spittin’ that clinical I’m in the delivery room, pockets pregnant, bitch tryna clip the umbilical I ain’t simple or typical, gen’, or general Nigga, I’m nuts, no genitals I fell in love with them chemicals I bust a few nuts and she swim in ’em These niggas act tough and they feminine Play no games, nigga, not even scrimmagin’ These niggas can’t see me, no imagery My pockets so fat, they hemorrhagin’ Damn, that’s an injury, I gotta keep the same energy My soda pink with that remedy I can’t rest in peace ’cause they diggin’ this shit Big Tune, I lick shots, them niggas lick wounds Shoot up everything but the kids room, I walk out the bank like the Men’s Room I got paper like I’m a tribune I fly a bitch out like a witch broom I run in her mouth like some gym shoes Cum all over her face, now, her skin smooth Aus Songtexte Mania