Claustrophobic and germaphobic name a n**ga who can touch me I’m the one runnin’ with that sack so name a n**ga who can rush me I ain’t buddy buddy, you know I want my pockets pudgy pudgy Same plays, different game better go look at film and study But can’t move the same way I did last week, gotta keep em guessin I’m tryna count this money while I drive That shit harder than textin 12 pull me to the side say I’m gettin arrested for driving reckless Tell them n**gas to eat a d**k cause b**ch I’m pushin it to the limit If I could go back in time, I still wouldn’t give a b**tch a minute Bentley illegal tinted, you can’t see me but I’m in it I’m in a scrimmage in this b**tch playing like it’s a championship Bombing threes from the other side of the court like we playing battleship But I’m tryna tell you, sh*t just ain’t a game lil n**ga Growing up, they ain’t tell me this sh*t pain lil n**ga Trained my brain to endure that pain it keep me sane lil n**ga N**gas foldin early can tell you spoon fed from gold plates We turn that backstab to money bags, we don’t ever complain Staying down with my team, and I ain’t never request a trade In the land of the free, and the home of the brave But this land ain’t free, I’m sippin’ Bel-Air, Ace of Spade aye! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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