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(Enrgy made this one) Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, you better hit the ground Tasmanian Devil, I hit her with the spin around Cuddy taking hit after hit, he just might win Triple Crown Shoes untied, off the shrooms, still won't trip about a ho You got shrimp up in you, bro You got wimp up in you, bro Birdie with a thirty, don't you see it stickin' out my coat? It's a button in my Goose, I'll flick it to that mode Brodie dropped a Yacht Master off of shipping out them loads Last time you had a twenty, Trump was giving out them loans Testers hittin' like they Creed, junkies sniff 'em like cologne We gon' sip it, we gon' pour, I ain't pickin' up the phone When I was broke, they ain't let my calls ring Before I come down and get a bucket, tie my drawstrings Out here aimin' at the sky, who you shootin' towards? Out here cuffin' nats and writin' statements, where's yo' uniform? Tell a bitch she can't get anything except a unicorn XXX with yo' ho, we in here doin' porn Shit, I made it through the storm, I give props to God Triple-double every game, I'm like Oscar Rob' Slide down, tap the trigger once, it's like fah-fah-fah Lil' brodie glued his nuts on, he want a mobster job (Yum) That's a lobster chomp It's a boogie-woogie night, we posted where the monsters mob SongtexteThis shit louder than a concert, let me put my 'Wood out Boy, you the type to eat a glizzy miles from a cookout Lil' brodie ride the scooter through the hood, he paid to look out I told him make it here before them if he see the hook out Pull up to the spot, still pain, Quag', Wocky, Tris We got that, we got this, we got yeah, we got nah This bitch hotter than H-E-double-hockey-sticks Scammin' flippin' scripts, found a yerk in the floppy disc (Okay, Enrgy) (Enrgy made this one) Lil' brodie tryna dodge, crime in the deep He'll put you on MLive, 9 in his jeans If it's RIP me, I died in my sleep 'Cause the opps ain't on shit, boy, we slicin' the beef Head hit the top of the server, shit, I'm high as can be Treat a Visa like a windshield, boy, I'm wipin' it clean Everybody covered up they ears, I'm just lightin' my weed In the jungle like I'm Tarzan, find a vine then I swing Get the drop 5:59, we gon' slide by six Would've thought I had carpal tunnel, how I ice my wrist Why yo' bitch just like my pics? I think she tryna bite my dick I need a tuxedo for my brain, how I mind my biz If I hear a snake hissin', I'ma let that Drac' rattle Cuddy, he got E's, he got P's like he play Scrabble Like the last day of school, we could have a pape' battle Shooter put him in a cemetery but he ain't Hackle Ninety days in the Lab, I can teach you how to rap Ninety nights on the road, I can teach you how to stack Ninety days on the stove, unc' can teach you how to trap I wasn't born in the nineties, I'm a 2000's baby Set the timer, tryna break a record countin' eighty Plug just shipped the load, you smoke over-the-counter eighthies Never stopped the grind, we putting extra hours lately ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Milita Long live $cams Aus Songtexte Mania