Songtexte
Tell
you
bout
this
bitch
I've
been
fucking
with
She
really
on
that
murder
shit
She
pop
2 X
pills
Go
downstairs
And
really
serve
a
bitch
You
call
ha
a
roadrunner?
Shid,
I
call
ha
my
lil
money
bitch
I
pray
to
god
diamonds
only
thang
my
life
is
flooded
with
Nigga
swear
they
love
you
But
they
really
on
some
other
shit
Downbad,
disgusting
Yea
they
really
on
some
flonky
shit
$10,
000!
Swear
to
God,
I
don't
deserve
it
The
way
a
nigga
commit
perjury
He
snitched
in
the
first
degree
Real
Nigga
court
I'm
tryna
put
that
bitch
on
Channel
3
Nigga
playing
with
they
life
Tryna
put
some
fuckin
shams
on
me
It's
gon
feel
like
Kimbo
Big
ass
gun,
like
a
trumbone
Slidin
down
da
block,
tryna
see
if
that
pussy
home
or
not
Ain't
no
trust
in
my
hood
Mayne,
them
niggas
trust
in
40
glocks
Imma
superstar
nigga
Take
everythang
that
come
with
it
Everybody
know
That
boi
be
snitchin'
Everybody
know
Ten
thousand
that
nigga!
Imma
superstar!
Like
Smackdown!
Real
3 baby!
Real
Raw
how!
I
really
come
thru!
And
Get
the
pack
off!
Ain't
no
handouts!
Ain't
no
big
dawg!
Better
watch
yo
mouth!
Speaking
on
the
dead
Might
go
talk
to
a
medium
To
find
out
how
to
play
it
I
wan
rock
out
a
stadium
Yea,
just
me
and
my
band
Would've
big
as
D12
Bizarre,
I
ain't
see
all
the
red
flags
They
put
the
Proof
in
front
me
See
my
other
potna
Shady
Obsession
Mayne
he
did
this
all
over
a
lady
You're
delusional
You're
delusional
Boy
you're
losing
your
mind
10K
Imma
superstar!
Like
Smackdown!
Real
3 baby!
Real
Raw
how!
I
Really
come
thru!
And
Get
the
pack
off!
Ain't
no
handouts!
Ain't
no
big
dawg!
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