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[Chorus: x4] Look what I got, got Guap so my shit fresh out the lot Hop Hop Hop Hop Hop out the drop I'm yellin look what I got I'm a Trap Starr my pants saggin Pistol Showin D-boy swaggin So fresh I need a camera So fresh I'm a need some Magnums Gotta magnum, in a magnum 7 4 5 with a 4 5 Cool as ever but don't confuse I air this bitch out dey don't know I They don't know I'm On g-row They don't know I'm always on It's 6 below I'm in the cold my top is droppin my heat is on South side believe it homes Diamonds on, you see em homes You won't see D no Turn the Key Go to Tennessee That's beezys home Brace yourself we takin off, Pistol Loaded my safety's off Paint is wet, my leather's soft And There's some Lames we'll take they salt Costarr La nostra get closea see toastas we get dough like Oprah It's PC it's ova [Chorus x4] SongtexteTeddy-two chains I got on 2 bracelets Fresh off the lot you would think I was racin' Pinky ring hi, at the bar wine tastin I paint all my cars black you would think I was racist A.T.L.A.N.T.A C.O. double L. E.G.E Park my car in the valet my white T smells just like a P When I say P I mean a pound when I say T I mean a town So take these P's to the T Let's go in the key let's lock it down See Kingpin's were my role models, Your TV was a floor model Had a T.V in my impala with a few dollars new pralas Deuce holla, we outtie, Niggas know we got it We fresh off the block I'm goin Mazaradi shoppin [Chorus x3] Aus Songtexte Mania