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Rapporter et oversættelsesproblem
Stewardess complimentin’ me on my nappy hair
If I can ♥♥♥♥ her in front of all of these passengers
They’ll prob’ly think I’m a terrorist
Eat my asparagus, then I’m askin’ her
Thoughts of a young ♥♥♥♥♥, fast money and freedom
A crash dummy for diamonds, I know you dyin’ to meet ‘em
I’ll prob’ly die in a minute
Just bury me with twenty ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Yeah, big ♥♥♥♥ poppin’
Section 80
Back in this ♥♥♥♥♥ in the back of that ♥♥♥♥♥
Wit’ my back against the wall and yo’ ♥♥♥♥♥ on the edge of my ♥♥♥♥
Jump off
I never did nothin’ but break the ground on top of the asphalt
Tire mark gave you evidence that I’m easily peddlin’ with the speed of a lightnin’ bolt
As a kid I killed two adults, I’m too advanced
I live my twenties at two years old, the wiser man
Truth be told, I’m like eighty-seven
Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire wit’ devils holdin’ hands
From the distance, don’t know which one is a Christian, damn
Who can I trust in 2012? There’s no one
Not even myself, a Gemini screamin’ for help, somebody
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
When you do it like this, ♥♥♥♥♥, losin’ ain’t an option
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Yeah, big ♥♥♥♥ poppin’
(Ay, ay, kick her out the studio, Ali)
24/7 ♥♥♥♥♥, workin’ his ass for it, she poppin’ that ass for it
The King of Diamonds wit’ diamonds I never do ask for
They checkin’ my passport, I’m too accustomed with Customs
She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff ‘im
They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain
When you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ is past poor, you’ll never hop in my lane
When you pushin’ a RAV4, you wreckin’ my Jaguar
You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard