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I feel like I beat a murder, murder Fuckin' on a bitch you never heard of, heard of That Pope like the leader of the Vatican, he do it again? Everything I do, they do, guess Yeezy set the trend And we in this bitch again, time to get rich again (Throw your motherfuckin' hands) They lookin' like prey, I guess that's why they prayin' And when you flyin' private, it can't be no delayin' When I speak my mind, it's gon' be some lawsuits and furniture movin' I gotta haul through like when you be movin' I gotta fly to Japan just to bе secluded They did no damagе, what I give 'em? No chances Even if they get a chance, here's panic like they know Spanish How I brand all of these clothes? How every tantrum I throw make an anthem for hoes? This my life, not a quote I feel like I beat a murder, murder Fuckin' on a bitch you never heard of, heard of I'ma take all my baldies to Giorgio Baldis Throw my dick a party Your dress code upscale, used to shop at Aldis I ran up some numbers, now I got what you all need Give your homegirl the boric acid, save the summer New abs, she droppin' fast, it's time to come up SongtexteBlack out Passin' out and then she wakin' up gorgeous I'm not racist, it's a preference And my bitch lookin' like a reference Don't I make the rules like a referee? Come get on your knees, shawty, I got needs She a loud mouth I need to sign and seal a couple brand new deals Gotta get this shit off my chest, I got some shit to spill Passin' out NDAs, nigga, deal with it after I just fucked the world raw, she need a morning after And then the morning after And I quote, "It's only one G.O.A.T.," let you have your fun, though Run the block like Mutombo, you had it on loan Every day in New Jersey, on my way to New York I was late to every meeting, in my queen's tunnel But all the hoes in Hoboken know If I seent you outside with the open-toes You might get you a trip to the Poconos You might have to tell your man a Pinocchio That was a jokey-joke That wasn't nowhere near as funny when you brokey-broke Crying in high school over a high school bitch And she still in the dark takin' night school, bitch Look at how we made it like we Mike WiLL, bitch Wish somebody woulda warned us When I was fifteen, my soulmate wasn't born yet African king in a different time We got multiple wives too, just at different times Picture this, if every room got a different bitch Do that make me a po-nigga-mist? Without the deals, I guarantee I'm still nigga rich Shit is fuckin' ridiculous Aus Songtexte Mania