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Hard body muthafuka got a heart of a killa young guard in the building bouta start a religion bouta call Bin Laden up and order some missiles bring them straight to your block and go to war with you bitches if u hit the head been to rest falin position shoot a nigga from on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen cop the big boy porche with all the specifics and I keep that torch baby call me Olympics red white blue pill flippin skills like gymnasts and never give bitch money blood or kidneys when the gun goes pow I be at the finish with the medal around my neck autographed from my ------- the land of the murder dough crack and syringes pull up on ya in the coupe how fast is your engine never talk to those that sat on the benches boy, I was in the game on 4th and inches these niggas want the business ima give these boys the business she fukin witht he boy that tought toys before christmas got all these ho's trippin, got al these ho's strippin, and we aint PSC but these bitches know we tippin I just bought a pint and aint of yall sippin make my friends buy they own, f**k em I'm tired of being friendly I aint gotta lie I'm just tryin to be with me bitches up in heaven waitin on me to die to be with me SongtexteI'm crazy for being wayne,no is wayne just crazy, I've been around I'm still around like the geicko cavemen hairpin trigga know I won't shave it I spot hip hop in the ocean I'm gon save it the south is so dirty bitch u can't bathe it holly grove dog and I feel like matin baby girl ur pussy lookin so vacant and its f**k you and f**k Georgia bush not makin, f**k waist deep I'm in over my head but its cool ima make it, I'm good like makin ur girl wants me to come round like regan ur boyfriend is softer than the cartin the eggs in, I don't fear nothing but god and weddings at the top of my paper like I'm startin a heading my homie santana yea that's my ace you may know us as I can't feel my face (verse 2) see they don't know where I came from but they know where I'm goin and ill tell u just how the top feels when I'm on in the game I'm no cheetah, ima tiger, ima cougar, ima panther, ima bingo, ocho cinco I'm illie shirts softer than gillie, in a pair of gucci flops feelin free-er than wilie, when them niggas left I gotta little but chilly but I just let it burn like the end of the philly weezy Aus Songtexte Mania