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Yeah Met you in the summer Talked all night 'til the sun up I remember all the different colors Green plate bumper Realtree pants and a Ford, tough trucker Dressing like I'm cutting down lumber, motherfucker This is not a hobby They know who I am when I walk up in the lobby I been making money, ain't nobody gonna stop me I'm just speaking facts, I ain't even being cocky See you pay for this shit, I get paid for this shit I was made for this shit and it's too damn easy Nine on my hip and a mic in my fist Got a garden in my crib, I'm a backwoods baby Speakin' sweet, I know she like that Blew a stack but she know I make it right back All I did was rap about how much I wanna die and Now I'm at the dealership debatin' what I wanna buy Aus Songtexte Mania