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Origineel

[Intro: Robb Bank$] Natra Put that shit on gang Why these hoes think we playing? Had to be the one, I'm the man (you dig?) Kill them niggas, kill them once again Try to kill me, boy you missed Shot your shot, shot me, go on with that shit I ain't put none on the rip I told you off the rip SSET! Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch, kill that hoe, kill that bitch Kill that hoe,Kill that bitch Kill that hoe, ooh, kill 'em [Chorus: Robb Bank$] Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches Fuck these niggas, I'm that nigga Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger Know you love it, know you love it Know you love that shit, yeah Know you love it, huh, huh [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] I love bitches, I love pourin' fours, so much I love any pill, and I love smokin' dope Loved her anyways and now she just a hoe I love when they actin' hard and pussy on the low (tie) Femto really love beefin' I ain't gon' hold ya (SSET, SSET) I'm gonna go Patek my wrist, I'ma make it last longer (SSET, SSET, SSET) Fuck nigga, I want you to see this shit, I can fuck yo' momma Your main bitch love me too, talk critic right after I fuck her Young nigga look at you and I see food, bitch, I'm fresh up out the pound (SSET) Probably in your hood with 20 birds flyin' around Got the Swiss cheese nozzle on the stick, air it out Leave your whole shit flipped, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (huh) Let's take every pill, we gon' go slow Been looking for you for a while, where you goin'? You was talkin' all that shit, so what we on? I just got a new check, I told Bam I'm gon' pay his bond [Verse 2: Famous Dex] I just got a new check, yeah I just fuck it up, huh Got your bitch, she sucking dick In my Bentley truck, huh Pop a pill, I'm geeked up, huh Pop a pill, she geeked, huh Vans all on my feet, huh Diamonds on my teeth, huh Iced out my AP Your man so broke, he wanna be like me, uh He can't be like me, huh He's a wanna-be, uh Ridin' 'round with the stick though, huh Play the bitch like Nintendo, huh I get the money you lame, huh Iced out on the chain, huh Looking at me, swear to God, your man so broke Swear to God, he lame, huh I get the money no fame, huh He just do it for the fame, huh Baby girl wanna step, huh I'm drinkin' lean no beer, huh Got dimes over here, huh Diamonds all in my ears, huh [Bridge: Famous Dex] Yeah, Dexter, tuh, Dexter Diamonds all in my ears, huh Sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer What, yeah, ooh Diamonds all in my ears, huh Diamonds all in my ears I'm sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer Yeah, Dexter, huh, yeah, what I get the money whatever I get the money whatever Run the bands, I wear Margielas, bitch Ooh, huh, pull up with a stick, huh Swear to God, let it rip, huh Swear to God, let it rip, huh, yeah, Dexter [Chorus: Robb Bank$] Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches Fuck these niggas, I'm that nigga Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger Know you love it, know you love it Know you love that shit, yeah Know you love it, huh, huh

 

Vertaling

[Intro: Robb Bank$] Natra Put that shit on gang Waarom denken deze hoeren dat we spelen? Had to be the one, I'm the man (you dig?) Kill them niggas, kill them once again Try to kill me, boy you missed Je schoot, schoot op mij, ga door met die shit I ain't put none on the rip I told you off the rip SSET! Dood die hoer, Dood die teef, dood die hoer, dood die teef Dood die hoer, Dood die teef Kill that hoe, ooh, kill 'em [Chorus: Robb Bank$] Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches Fuck these niggas, I'm that nigga Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger Know you love it, know you love it Know you love that shit, yeah Know you love it, huh, huh [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] I love bitches, I love pourin' fours, so much I love any pill, and I love smokin' dope Loved her anyways and now she just a ho I love when they actin' hard and pussy on the low (tie) Femto really love beefin' I ain't gon' hold ya (SSET, SSET) I'm gonna go Patek my wrist, I'm gonna make it last longer (SSET, SSET, SSET) Fuck nigga, ik wil dat je deze shit ziet, ik kan je moeder neuken Je hoofdteef houdt ook van mij, praat kritisch nadat ik haar geneukt heb Jonge nigga kijkt naar je en ik zie eten, bitch, Ik ben vers uit het asiel (SSET) Probably in your hood with 20 birds flyin' around Got the Swiss cheese nozzle on the stick, air it out Leave your whole shit flipped, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (huh) Laten we elke pil nemen, we gaan langzaam Ik zoek je al een tijdje, waar ga je heen? Je praatte over al die shit, dus waar zijn we mee bezig? Ik heb net een nieuwe cheque gekregen, ik heb Bam gezegd dat ik zijn borg betaal. [Verse 2: Famous Dex] Ik heb net een nieuwe cheque gekregen, ja I just fuck it up, huh Got your bitch, she sucking dick In mijn Bentley truck, huh Pop a pill, I'm geeked up, huh Pop a pill, she geeked, huh Vans all on my feet, huh Diamonds on my teeth, huh Iced out my AP Your man so broke, he wanna be like me, uh He can't be like me, huh He's a wanna-be, uh Ridin' 'round with the stick though, huh Bespeel de teef zoals Nintendo, huh Ik krijg het geld dat jij kreupel bent, huh Uitgehongerd aan de ketting, huh Kijkend naar mij, zweer bij God, je man is zo blut Zweer bij God, hij is kreupel, huh Ik krijg het geld geen roem, huh Hij doet het alleen voor de roem, huh Baby girl wanna step, huh Ik drink mager geen bier, huh Got dimes over here, huh Diamonds all in my ears, huh [Bridge: Famous Dex] Yeah, Dexter, tuh, Dexter Diamonds all in my ears, huh Sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer Wat, ja, ooh Diamonds all in my ears, huh Diamonds all in my ears I'm s sippin' on lean, you think that it's beer Yeah, Dexter, huh, yeah, wat I get the money whatever I get the money whatever Run the bands, I wear Margielas, bitch Ooh, huh, trek op met een stok, huh Swear to God, let it rip, huh Swear to God, let it rip, huh, yeah, Dexter [Chorus: Robb Bank$] Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches Fuck these niggas, I'm that nigga Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger Know you love it, know you love it Know you love that shit, yeah Know you love it, huh, huh