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Chorus x4 When i say weak ass, you say bitch Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch (juicy "j") How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill Haters talkin' lots of shit But they scared of the steel If you want me come and get me Cause i'm real with this here I ain't scared of none of you hoes I ain't never shead a tear In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case of beer Ain't no nigga make no moves Get you scared, shook your fear Y2k hit the clock So you know the ending's near One call to them killas and you just might disappear (dj paul) Now nigga all in my face hollin' real but real soft Bitch i'm holdin' up this glock Bout to knock your block off You a weak ass bitch And your cd cover show With your fake ass face SongtexteI been knowin' ya so i know a sissy hoe Yeah know this a triple six city All that mtv and bet got you feelin' shitty Just the dick you used to be my dog Used to be my nigga Now you fake But i stomp on you trick in the grass You little snake bitch Chorus x4 (lord infamous) Uh, in the mood a fucking crowd Make the speakers pound If you niggas wild Knock these bitches out Rumblin' the ground Tramplin' niggas down >from the dirty south Where the niggas like it loud Wish ya hypnotized Instagater ? Fire in my eyes sosate lucky frank white Ready for the gunfight If you wanna get high Ain't no simpathize Make you sleep till it's judgement night (la chat) Talk is cheap I hear you talking but you ain't bout your bizz La chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch My motherfuckin' plastic gat we gonna rumblin' shit Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so don't fuck with this shit I know you feelin' when i'm speakin' and i'm speakin' to you Well hoe it's true, who got the proof bitch What you gon' do I keep my mug cuz i'm a thug I left the twink on my grill You got some manner Need to show it Shit you claim that your real Chorus x4 Aus Songtexte Mania