YG Maniac Lyrics English Translation
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They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac
Half a millie on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
Fuckin' on a pop star, I'm tryna marry that
YG, you changed
Ever since you been fuckin' with them superstar bitches
Saint Laurent drippin, tjhis how I'm feelin'
Only thing changed is the drip, bitch, I'm chillin'
Smellin like Tom Ford, lookin' like a million'
What do you expect? I'm a star with stars in the ceiling
Ridin' by myself, got the 40 and it's chrome
Everything else busts down yellow gold
They like YG tryna come for your spot
I'm like, how bitch? I'm sitting on the block not a throne
I'm in my own lane, I don't race with nann nigga
I put bands on heads, give you a headband, nigga
All my bitches bad, they don't use filters
Your bitches made of plastic and got fillers
Fix your wig, get your track right
Tired ass bitch, you look like last night
Whole lot of millions sold, I got my plaques write
I can tell you niggas ain't eatin', get yo smack right
They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac
Half a milli' on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
Fuckin' on a pop star, I'm tryna marry that
All this ice is kinda scary
All this ice is Ben Jerry
All this ice without no deal
Woke up with some ice in my teeth, tooth fairy
Yeah, stunt on a bitch
We're from the gate, I'm tryna fuck, keep it blunt on a bitch
She knows what's up with the clique
She know she gone in the mornin', she tryna suck on some dick
If you ain't tryna fuck, girl, I ain't mad at you
Chewin' on some gum, I might spit it right at you
Talked her out her panties, she thought she was at Chapel
The way I mack hoes, I should be sponsored by Apple
Fuck all the opps, pop they tops like Snapples
The shooters wanna slide, you know I cover the travel
In the city, I'm a nigga, bitch, put up a statue
I got rich and started sending hitters at you
They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac
Half a milli' on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
Fuckin' on a popstar, I'm tryna marry that
Say, say I lost my mind, say I lost my mind, I
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a
I got rich and started sending hitters at you
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