Songtexte
Coming
for
that
pape
like
the
government
It's
like
when
I
was
down
bad,
them
hoes
was
lovin'
it
Nigga
you
don't
know
the
half,
you
ain't
ever
had
to
struggle
Racks
inside
the
bag,
I
need
a
Goyard
duffle
I
been
in
my
bag,
say
I'm
not,
is
you
intoxicated
In
a
relationship
with
all
my
hoes
This
shit
get
complicated
In
these
streets
Better
keep
a
pole
Shit
get
too
dangerous
Get
your
shit
blown
back
for
being
too
famous
Finna
give
your
bitch
a
couple
rounds
'Cause
I'm
too
player
But
I
bet
she
know
the
deal
The
whole
crew
slayed
her
Niggas
lose
they
Dawg
And
swear
to
God
That
they
gone
shoot
later
If
I
lose
my
Dawg,
naw
You
won't
catch
me
in
the
booth
later
Coming
for
that
pape
like
the
government
It's
like
when
I
was
down
bad,
them
hoes
was
lovin'
it
Nigga
you
don't
know
the
half,
you
ain't
ever
had
to
struggle
Racks
inside
the
bag,
I
need
a
Goyard
duffle
Coming
for
that
pape
like
the
government
It's
like
when
I
was
down
bad,
them
hoes
was
lovin'
it
Nigga
you
don't
know
the
half,
you
ain't
ever
had
to
struggle
Racks
inside
the
bag,
I
need
a
Goyard
duffle
I
need
a
Goyard
duffle
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