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'Kay like, one ($upreme, you're a bitch), two, three, four, five Look Okay, like, one, two, three, four, five That's the number of thotties that I got on my line (Pew, pew) Wait, real quick, I don't mind She gon' back it up, stack it up, when she on my live I just hit it (Woo), now she really miss it (Ha) You can do the math, shawty, took like twelve inches (Tsaha) Spin around, just like a fidget She with it, I'm hittin' licks, gettin' riches Don't ever tell nobody else, I get multiple digits (Ba-ba-bands) Okay, like, one, two, three, four, five That's thе number of thotties that I got on my line (Pеw, pew) Wait, real quick, I don't mind She gon' back it up, stack it up, when she on my live I just hit it (Woo), now she really miss it (Ha) You can do the math, shawty, took like twelve inches (Tsaha) Spin around, just like a fidget She with it, I'm hittin' licks, gettin' riches Don't ever tell nobody else, I get multiple digits (Ba-ba-bands) Yeah, I'm on the scene, all I see is green (Gang, gang) Gettin' to the top, so don't worry 'bout no beef (Nah, nah) I don't care 'bout these thots, 'cause they actin' like some sheep (Haha) I be runnin' to the opps with the mop, it's like a stream (Stre-stream) SongtexteYeah, I got my .9 in my bag, and I be chillin' around I tote this girl a new mag, you know we cut up a gang (Haha) I hit a lick all the time, just send the addy, we slide This choppa make 'em say "Bye," but he won't even fly high (Paow, paow, paow) I said I really wanna make it, I'ma do this all from nothin' I'm addicted to this music like an addict for his meds (Gang, gang) Got me stressed, all this music's got me hoppin' on my desk And the opps, tryna catch 'em, I said, asthma, I'm out of breath Like, slow down, hold on, get that guap (Okay) I be posted with the gang, yeah, we goin' non-stop Like, slow down, roll up, I can't stop All these hits I keep on makin', man, it's makin' me profit Okay, like, one, two, three, four, five That's the number of thotties that I got on my line (Pew, pew) Wait, real quick, I don't mind She gon' back it up, stack it up, when she on my live I just hit it (Woo), now she really miss it (Ha) You can do the math, shawty, took like twelve inches (Tsaha) Spin around, just like a fidget She with it, I'm hittin' licks, gettin' riches (Ayy) Don't ever tell nobody else, I get multiple digits (Ba-ba-bands) Bad thot I be in the whip At your door Wait what Right back All black On my lap Cat in the hat Aus Songtexte Mania