| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Uh, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy, uh
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| Yeah, uh, uh
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| Yeah, ayy
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| I wanna hit from behind
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| While you take a couple lines
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| Gimme good brain like Einstein
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| I know you heard it’s my time
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| You see my people keep dyin'
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| And it don’t make New York Times
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| This shit like Math and Division
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| You gotta carry the nine
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| She say, «Hey, do you do lines?»
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| I say, «No, I don’t do lines»
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| She say, «Can I be your wife?»
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| I say, «No, just do my guys»
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| My partner’s trappin' the zips
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| The nicks, and even the dimes
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| Can’t even trust your best friend
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| I swear these niggas so slime
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| I hate when bitches be lyin'
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| I love when bitches be fine
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| Just 'cause you sippin' the lines
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| Don’t mean you spittin' your rhymes
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| I keep the baddest, the Spanish, and fattest up in V Live
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| I keep a lot of felines but more money on my mind
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| If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her
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| Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
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| Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba
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| The-then we goin' to One Up like icha gicha gicha gicha
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| Oh baby, you so fine
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| I might make you one of mine
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| That’s why you don’t even be tryin'
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| That lips and don’t wear design
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| She freaky pull out my jawn
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| She freaky pull out my jawn
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| I gotta close all my blinds
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| I get more head than salons
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| She say, «Hey, do you do lines?»
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| I say, «No, I don’t do lines»
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| She say, «Can I get the steak?»
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| I say «Go 'head, get the prime»
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| My partner’s throwin' gang signs
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| My vato’s throwin' gang signs
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| They say these hoes be for everybody
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| That’s cool, they not mine
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| I’m screamin' free all the guys
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| You seen the pain in our eyes
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| The police, they a disguise
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| They KKKing for life
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| I just might take your advice
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| Finesse and shootin' some dies
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| I promise she ain’t my type
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| You better go get your wife
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| If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her
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| Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
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| Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba
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| The-then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha
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| If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her
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| Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
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| Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba
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| The-then we goin' to One Up like icha gicha gicha gicha
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| Cleopatra’s in my bathroom doin' lines
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| Yeah, my ex bitch ask how I’m doin', I’m doin' fine
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| Yeah, my shoe designed by Louis Vuitton
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| I take a trip out to Milan
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| She actin' new like Jimmy Neutron
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| She topped me in the Uber
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| She said, «Do you do lines?»
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| I said, «No I don’t do lines»
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| I said, «Baby, are you blind?»
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| Look there’s a cork in my wine
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| Just like support, girl, I grind
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| I’m tryna stack dollar signs
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| I hit that bitch without tryin'
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| I hit that bitch from the spine
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| If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her
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| Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
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| Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba
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| The-then we goin' to One Up like icha gicha gicha gicha |