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feat. Ice Grillz Folienbeschriftung Bonn [Intro: Itchy-Fingas] Hey grandma, yea, how you feelin'? Yeah, everything's okay, and yourself? Oh, grandma, I was just callin' to ask you If you had a Hooptie that I can borrow, yeah a Hooptie Yeah, my cars in the shop right now, I have to go see my girl Yeah, I can hold it? Thank you, grandma, I appreciate it so much You know I love you, so much, okay, I got to go though Oh, wait, grandma, you got a gun that I can borrow? Wermelskirchen Immobilien
[Intro: Itchy-Fingas] Yo, M.M.O., baby, Protect Ya Neck, baby The patrol zone, Itchy-Fingas Sha, stop playin' games Wit the pop, pop, pop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[Itchy-Fingas] Yo, I stop the press, niggas get hands pump in they chest Interaktiver Bildschirmhintergrund C.P.R. flow, I got ya'll niggas coughin' up dough Double M to the O, blow like a fifty of 'dro And splash tracks like never before, we untouched pa Porsche or a Jaguar, scanner with the radar, start your shit Blowin' niggas right where they sit I spit the flows, but the flows be sick, B.I. ridiculous We addicted to blow, ya'll, cause ya'll niggas predicted it Cheddar's my witness, flossin' like bricks, like brick-face Benjamin big-face, around the world like Puff and Mase Geburtstagsfeier Köln Whatever it take, we push weight for high stakes Tristate, down state, nigga just don't play I spit the murder, but the radio, just won't play No Flex bomb threats, it's strictly conflicts up in the conference
[Chorus 4X: Itchy-Fingas] Stop playin' games with that dough, pa We get that dough, pa, we take that dough, pa, M.M.O. Maut Toskana [Ice Grillz] We rolled up in two bubble-eye 6's, rag to riches Don't get it twisted, nigga, pop a bottle, snappin' pictures Cake like Duncan Hines, we sport, platinum shines Links, laced in full length minks Don't be protected, in armor cars like brinks Valet, park the car, I'm at the bar sippin' drinks, like Shootin' stars, pass Mars, whatever Me and my dunns pack guns roll tougher than leather Bilderagentur Like a wrist, raw spit, with Glaciers of Ice My whole team's blingin' like a diamond, just a heist Eyes to the skies, me and my duns bust slugs in it Like a foreigner G.S., wit the windows tinted All my Sunz of Man got plans to receive Hundreds of grands for they body pay beneath the sand For real, for real, cats is killed on the hill, but still Try to stack, teach the seeds and build We originate, from the Asiatic populate Schokoladenlikör Nubian state, the Gods hold it down to weight Six sets, trillion tons, multiplied by Nineteen million guns, you hear me son?
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[Triggnomm] I clap in the booth, hydro, Henny and heat Spit sixteen in the street, dead at the police Mobile basteln Criminals on patrol, killas off parole The truth unfolds, my flows become horrible Duckin' forty one slugs, at police clubs and buttocks Raw, rough and rugged, like the media love it Hot flows, accumulatin' to a drop rose As far as I'm supposed, that's how hip hop goes So we drink, smoke and skeet, til we coke or go broke Noddin' off in our sleep, like we be dippin' the dope Robo thugs, wit M.J. millennium gloves See my vision, can't you tell, we on submission We gon' get that dough, and we gon' split that dough And if necessary wit calico's, close the show I'm certain, it be curtains once your wounds start hurtin' Your dog start desertin', relatives in a hearsin' What's worse, then playin' with a black man's dough That's like fuckin' his queen hoe, or wreckin' his vehicle Ya'll muthafuckas see the glow in M.M.O. C.I. cats, now multiply dough times that, stop playin'
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[Outro: Itchy-Fingas] Yo, M.M.O. Official, Protect Ya Neck Records The drome zone, Itchy-Fingas Sha, Big Trigg, Iron Sheik You heard me, it's not a game, yo stop playin' games wit that dough pa We get that dough, pa, we take that dough, pa, M.M.O. Let me at it, lemme double that..
