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• Artiste: Xanman
• Titre: Different
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Ha-ha-ha Why you lie to me, I ain't do shit? Uh-uh-uh (WhoisMike goin' crazy) Man, I'm too different, too different for you Got a Glock in my hand, you know I'ma shoot You know a nigga with Vans, you know he a fruit I hop out and he ran, you know he went poof I don't need a bitch 'cause I got a new Gucci Run off with a zip, what the fuck, is you stupid? I'm up in the fifth, I'm ain't talkin' 'bout henny Them long nights, I was cold in the winter Man, I'm too different, too different for you Man, I'm too different, too different for you Man, I'm too different, too different for you Man, I'm too different, too different for you That nigga ain't buying shit, he a renter, spank her Black power, got my fist up I found a bad bitch on Tinder Alias coupe, I hop out and we get 'em Better raise up your gun 'cause these niggas be bitches Brand new Cartier frames, now I look like a hipster I might go to Germany, speakin' like Hi**** Mask down, it's a burglary we 'bout to get 'em What was his at name on twitter? Uh Don't get killed for a picture Two eye peas, I ain't fuckin' with liquor My plug in the 90's, he got caught by some (?) I'm feelin' like Future, I'm fuckin' her sister Whole lotta paper, I feel like a printer Creep on an opp nigga, I'm 'bout to end ya' Uh, yeah, choppa, ride with it, get top in a mansion Whole lotta sticks in the bag, yeah, we campin' Niggas my sons, I'm callin' 'em Sampha All these niggas be lying like Animal Planet I push up with that nine, I'm servin' ya' aunt All these niggas be bitches, they probably got crabs I know where you live, get off at the ramp Bitch nigga get lit like a lamp Man, I'm too different, too different for you Got a Glock in my hand, you know I'ma shoot You know a nigga with Vans, you know he a fruit I hop out and he ran, you know he went poof I don't need a bitch 'cause I got a new Gucci Run off with a zip, what the fuck, is you stupid? I'm up in the fifth, I'm ain't talkin' 'bout henny Them long nights, I was cold in the winter Man, I'm too different, too different for you Man, I'm too different, too different for you Man, I'm too different, too different for you Man, I'm too different, too different for you Too different for you Man, I'm too different, too different for you Man, I'm too different, too different for you Man, I'm too different, too different for you