Текст песни
Yeah,
yeah
I'on
got
the
gift
of
gab,
she
wan
fuck
me
'cause
I'm
balling
She
done
said,
"No
Detroit,"
now
her
nigga
keep
calling
Put
the
whites
in
my
face,
now
a
nigga
feel
flawless
Tuck
the
strap
in
my
waist
like
I
been
Ru
Paulin'
We
ain't
stoppin'
at
no
lights,
a
young
nigga
too
cautious
From
the
hood,
but
the
bitch
treat
me
like
I'm
2hollis
She
don't
even
like
when
pros
'round
me,
she
get
too
jealous
Too
stellar,
but
I'm
down
to
earth
when
I
let
you
tell
it
Too
pressure,
I'on
do
much
dreamin',
but
I
do
sell
'em
Too
zealous,
niggas
tryna
copy
what
I
do,
seldom
I'on
got
no
idols,
nigga,
you
hail
'em
Yeah,
hit
LA
'cause
I
don't
give
no
fucks,
but
I
do
mail
'em
We
can
talk
in
numbers,
if
you
broke
chuck
the
deuce
at
you
Burnt
nigga
in
the
wrong
boat,
bitch,
who
sat
you?
YSL
duffel,
she
like,
"Who's
satchel?"
Niggas
holdin'
in
that
hate
'cause
I
blew
past
'em
Why
you
call
up
that
play
just
to
do
statue?
If
you
say
you
are
a
game,
nigga,
who
patched
you?
Yeah
Yeah,
I'on
got
the
gift
of
gab,
she
wan
fuck
me
'cause
I'm
balling
She
done
said,
"No
Detroit,"
now
her
nigga
keep
calling
Put
the
whites
in
my
face,
now
a
nigga
feel
flawless
Tuck
the
strap
in
my
waist
like
I
been
Ru
Paulin'
We
ain't
stoppin'
at
no
lights,
a
young
nigga
too
cautious
From
the
hood,
but
the
bitch
treat
me
like
I'm
2hollis
She
asked,
"If
I'm
really
paid,
should
I
tell
the
truth?"
She
asked,
"If
I'm
really
paid,
should
I
show
the
proof?"
Give
my
brother
pay,
I
ain't
selfish,
I'll
throw
the
oop
Give
my
brother
pay,
I
ain't
selfish,
I'll
throw
the
oop
Yeah
Yeah,
real
Detroit
nigga
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