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Yeah, cock it yeah [Gun cocking] cock it back Bling bling Dat [Hook] When I feel like I'm fallin' the fuck down And just for the fuck of it wanna let off a round What, cock it back nigga [Gun cocking] Cock it back, cock it back click [Gun cocking] When I feel like the world is pay I wake up one morning be like ya fuckin' me today Cock it back nigga [Gun cocking] cock it back Cock it back click [Gun cocking] cock it back [Gun cocking] [Verse 1] When I'm dead save my bones Take DNA and make clones Award, afford me luxury in my old age After these years I should be slidin' on the gold stage Missed the blades fifty, they left a nigga off the whole page Fifty motherfuckers that was better than me [Gun cocking] That mean fifty motherfuckers was boiling hot [Gun cocking] That's a lot, I can see that, that's a plot Y'all bring y'all best five to the game And I'm gonna do the same [Gun cocking]] And if y'all win I'm burst from the same way I came The great Dat alligned with a bo-day of Arabs SongtexteThey said don't fly black, yo just play cabs Y'all happy y'all had a good day, y'all niggas slave slabs Y'all niggas got money then huh y'all niggas get paid tabs Save my mic in a steel case for when they blast this place And I can still be a hero to my race Y'all know I can't change my face That's why I only move with pros Who move that eighty long money when the bright sunshine And the streets was kind but we can't rewind I want that new money, tight fittin' jewel money Mine's on tour, so I can take no more So y'all niggas better knock it off [Hook] [Verse 2] Blame my check bein' late for this rage Blame child support for makin' me beats on the mailman I got a new whip but is fucked up as my old van Nigga crash my whip, you seen em' hit em' cause he was an old man [* Gun cocking *] I gotta cold hand these days and no heart You believe in that bullshit baby please don't start [Gun cocking] Cock it once and it means no stress House cleaned and you fumed into my favorite dress [Gun cocking] You say I feelin' best, hey broad don't gas me And don't ever take no money outta my pockets, yo just ask me See me down the block drinkin' Bud with the Mexicans Speakin' broken Spanish, I know a lil' I manage [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm about to leave New York I can't stay The way shit is goin' I might have to get away All day tryin' to hit me with prices I can't pay Niggas bust the guns, got to duck and stray Is the block clear, nah y'all can' rock here With the 12, 12, 38, and 58, 58 [Gun cocking] If we don't get it done here we gon' take it outta state Burn something in the air, let the room be few [Gun cocking] My broads gon' give a show cause I told em' so Cause they holdin' dough, while y'all niggas movin' slow Oh y'all ain't know, this is my every day flow [Gun cocking] [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania