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(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow) (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Ayy, ayy, hide my face, I don't feel nothin' One-fifty for the skelly, kept it plain I did it so bad, sittin' in the rain You should get a crate of guns before you get a chain Hall of fame Tune, niggas old rookie Rich off pain, can't feel nothin' Cashed out a vet' ho, she ain't say nothin' I'm middle fingers up for whoever lookin' I saved you from the snakes when they should've took you I think everybody against me, everybody fake Leave it to bro, I been did it, and everybody late Had to put ten Ms in everybody face I know just how much spent if everybody played It don't matter, I quit the pills, 'cause I dropped the eighth Think I like your friend more 'cause she lettin' me pay I'ma learn one day but probably not today (Top, Topski) Topski, free Slime, need to be today It's fuck everybody 'cept Veeze and Ray I just put her top floor, she get the key today All the super pretty hoes get the easy way Motion gang, niggas come around, he need a plate Niggas boolin' with the snakes, now he the play SongtexteWock' taste like Act' in the Minute Maid (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Ayy, ayy, hide my face, I don't feel nothin' One-fifty for the skelly, kept it plain I did it so bad, sittin' in the rain You should get a crate of guns before you get a chain Aus Songtexte Mania