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Do you know how lucky I feel I am To find a man who loves me as I am? (It's Hokatiwi) You never try to change a single part of me Thousand dollar meal, I can't read what the menu say Calamari, oxtails, and some crème brûlée Never under-achievin', we N-U-A (Never, never, never, never) Played out the ARP, this a M16 Got the pint at 10:00, drank it all by 10:16 That's a line a minute When cuddy step into that kitchen, he ain't fryin' chicken (Nope) Loose leaf, Slapwood, I'll play both Ironic, it's a ghost gun 'cause this bitch'll make ghosts Sеventh game, I ain't choke, you should sit and takе notes Fucked around, did the Wock' slush, it left my brain froze Said you poured a eight, bro, must be all Karo Wake up, tote banana clips off the Bape row Sweat them boys two times, think the series eight-O Probably think the S, "sport," but it stand for space mode, this a UFO (Nyoom) In the whip, doin' shrooms, that's a boombox (Damn) DFE, catchin' plays in the boondocks At the line, down one, two shots (Yah) Guarantee I hit both, shit, who not? You the middleman, sold bowls, never grew crops They ain't even competition, think I need some new opps Cut into your bitch, had her oozin' like a juice box SongtexteTurnin' in my Apple products, I can't let the fruit rot (Hey) Banana clip hangin' out longer than a tube sock (Brr, ah, ah) In my zone, off a six, got a pocket full of guwop (Hey) Cuddy on the run 'cause he missed arraignment I'll take the blick and aim it, point it at your whip, and paint it Everybody hatin', now they lovin', went from Chris to Raymond ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia (ShittyBoyz) Lew Alcindor, got the fiends on the block hooked Streets ain't safe, 'fore you cross, gotta stop, look (Look) Take my buckle, hit tush, he just got whooped Doggy tried to run off with the bag, got a chopped foot (Come here) I don't play games, gotta act a vision Why you worried 'bout a M? You ain't had a half a ticket (You haven't) Let alone, a hundred K, it's a stack in different Never me, you would give up tryna pass a mission (Where?) Yeah, I see your new kicks, they the last edition Don't even worry 'bout my craft, I'm masterin' it Masked up with it, bro gon' rob on Halloween Blended in so clean, they ain't catch him on the scene Trick or treat, choose wisely (Dummy) At your door, two of us in two shiesties Do you really think I give a fuck who likes me? That is not my income, told Dee if he missed the three, I'ma tip dumb Uh-huh, bitch, I'm rollin' up a big blunt Oh yeah, the last tough guy? This some him runtz Still ain't made a fifty ball? Time to give them trips up Time to make that call, valet, pull the whip up DSM, playin' with them pits, get a bit butt Pause, that was a bit much, but I don't give a fuck Shooter like a drunk ass salonist, fuckin' wigs up Tried to keep the kid underground, I had to dig up How you gon' judge a book before you read the prologue? Tellin' fairy tales that we cool, I don't know dawg Rest of my life, it's all show (Yup), no talk White buffs, look like Hutch hit me with a snowball In a foreign car, roof down with the doors ajar Punch that I got clerk, won't see the scoring card It really hits my soft spot when I pour the heart (Ah) Ever try to fix somethin' and been short a part? (Man) Ever try to break somethin' then it wouldn't fold? Same DNA I got up in my fuckin' bones Touchdown OT with gang, I couldn't come alone In a Sprinter with some bowls, we gon' spend the summer blow We spent all year geeked You say I ain't talkin' good? Then your ears weak Can't afford to miss a flight, I had to pay that clear fee ShittyBoyz, long live $cam Aus Songtexte Mania