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Hey Beat the game while you stuck on the tutorial (Heh), ayy Every day, I'm tryna wake up and be more, my unky servin' orioles They don't want war, we'll turn 'em to memorials (Brrt) Ram a ho soon as I touch down, Torry Holt Fuck a twenty-one blowout, we up like forty-O Random hoes dick suckin', point 'em to the glory hole Every time these bitches feel my presence, they in horny mode Orgy mode, made in style like I'm Fordio In the bed with two yellowbones, that's an Oreo Pop so dirty, had to take it to the dry cleaners' Fightin' off Z's, what I poured up, it fight fevers Couldn't play the coupe, seven hoes in my five-seater One eye open, trust none, I'm a light sleeper I like the way she suck it, I don't think we fuckin' Should I layup, dunk it? This an easy bucket (Kobe) What I upped on the 'Gram'd make Stevie wonder B30s, three Perc 10s match the CV runners We ain't get the memo, mixin' purple with the red in the green room (Ah) Fuck it, where the yellow at? Two quick shots out the Drakey to his whip, it sound like bing, boom Next time, put a helmet on instead a hat I can serve water to a fish, air to a human (Yop) If you ain't gang, I could care less what you doin' Him and him twins, 'cause they both sharin' my influence SongtexteGot your bitch grabbin' ankles while her hair gettin' ruined (Woah) In the booth sippin' Quag', pour it out like my soul Would've thought it pushed him first, brodie beatin' up the road Bitches throwin' pussy at me, I ain't think about a ho Hall-of-fame sipper, accoladin', dreamin' 'bout some pros Opps scary, see us out, they like uh-oh Slidin' in the Scooby van, they like ruh-roh Doctor double back, fuck an uno, I need one more Emptied out the Stily, got me noddin' like a custo She can't get a thing but ding-a-ling Cuddy, he headtapped 'em on the porch, ain't even see the Ring Now he on the run, four attachments on the gun Spillin' drank in deadstock, it's red stains on the 1s Fuck the plain promethazine, gon' spit it out just like Tajiri Sneaks, socks, shirt, jeans all Mike Amiri (Drip, drop) Is you gon' ball or sit and chat? Young Tron had asked to see that ball and I'd give it back (Fuck 'em) You gotta trust the process I treat a dime bitch like an object (Swear) Raw six to the face, I ain't nod yet Broke-ass bitch ain't look good since that prom dress Pull up to your job and have akhi make a bomb threat Tryna catch the i8, I'ma make the cops wreck She made a mess off that neck, had to swap Techs Long live $cam, SBDSM (Michigan Meech) Beat the game while you stuck on the tutorial, ayy Every day, I'm tryna wake up and be more, my unky servin' orioles They don't want war, we'll turn 'em to memorials Aus Songtexte Mania