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(feat. Brisco) [Brisco:] Uhh, yeah, I did it This ya boy (Brisco!) C'mon, sex love and money 3-oh-five (you know that's right) Yeah ("Da Bottom" nigga) P-O-E, B-O-Y, c'mon What the streets sayin? Sex love and money Straight sex, G-12, V-Class, real Swayze Sex love and money, yeah, Johnny Boy, Ace It's over ("Da Bottom" bitch!) Look at Brisc', ball in all flavors Hit the club, smoke drink, touch a little anus Leave with a bad bitch, I wonder what her name is It's always better when you have sex with a stranger Drunk as fuck, can hardly see This X got me where I need to be, nigga please I'm, young don don, golden child Proper with the hurricane fitted, every crime committed My name's mentioned from cocaine to killings From tanks of propane we use to blow up the buildings with We not considerate, that's what a villain is Keep hustlin, a nigga got a mill' again SongtexteYou boys ain't ready for war on the contrary Sherry canary my shit's patent like {?} berry Bang, blow 'em open like a goon killer Tell 'em I'm comin soon kill 'em, clear the room To kill 'em, kill 'em, Brisc', uh-huh Yeah, c'mon, sex love and money yeah (And when you see him gonna give 'em the some'n some'n) Yeah, Ideal, what that do boy? I'm the unsung hero man (Freaky, freaky, freaky freaky fly man) (Freaky, freaky, freaky freaky..) Aus Songtexte Mania