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• Artiste: Reason
• Titre: Gina! (August Alsina)
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Yeah, yeah Hopped out diva, head like Gina, mix Margarita, yeah, yeah Check like FEMA, whip John Cena, white lil' creeper, yeah, yeah Hot like fever, fuckin' on cougar like August Alsina Young rich nigga stand tall, I'm a leader Hit right, spot now she yellin' out, "Eureka" Yeah, haunted while I drive, I think this bitch a ghost Yeah, fuck her 'til she cry, I like my chickens soaked Yeah, blow a bag, I can't have my bitches broke Gettin' head while I drive, I love my bitch for sure, yeah Kicked in the gates She don't even like a nigga but the money long, so she slid for the bait Know the ass real, you can tell by the waist Headed to the wealth, I ain't even gotta chase Headed where I'm headed, I ain't even gotta fake Vacay home with the view, got a lake Tyron Woodley, we was runnin' from jakes Glowed up ballin', I can't call it Came through early, y'all still yawnin' Wrist in the dark but the lights keep glowin' Will I be rich? Bitch, is ice still frozen? Kites still flyin'? Mike still Jordan? Money keep comin', money counter keep countin' I can tell them niggas fraud Came from the ghetto, bitch Blewed up here, we livin' large Hopped out diva, head like Gina, mix Margarita, yeah, yeah Check like FEMA, whip John Cena, white lil' creeper, yeah, yeah Hot like fever, fuckin' on cougar like August Alsina Young rich nigga stand tall, I'm a leader Hit right, spot now she yellin' out, "Eureka" First of all, we need doctors, lawyers, fast food workers, burger flippers Like, I'm tryna understand why everybody wanna be a fuckin' rapper Ayy, triple my work just to double the salary Bitches doubted, now they tell me they proud of me Burn these niggas, treat the comp like they calories Love me a Keisha, won't catch me with Mallory, greatest undoubtedly You can't walk a mile in mine, you get calluses Top Dawg, take a trip to these palaces Ghetto queen with the sage, I like balances Speakin' of balances, my checks got too many O's Give a fuck 'bout a ho, nigga, give a fuck 'bout a ho, nigga Fuck a gold digger, she don't leave with no gold with her Send her back to her old nigga I'm a road killer, head shotter, slow kill 'em Leave the body there covered roses Seen you niggas, take a look at your homies Vogue niggas, your whole circle is posers Take the last shot, my circle is closers Too much real, life a movie, I'm focused Sleep 'em and wake 'em up, hit 'em with Folgers, Reas' here Niggas ain't done enough, treat whoever runnin' shit like a runner-up Bucks comin', this a ride, I'ma buckle up Please be honest, I'm shinin', I'm polished, I'm climbin', I'm climbin', I'm.. I know like it's lit and all but damn we still need doctors, lawyers, and burger fuckin' flippers The fuck? June 2011