| Boy, I done warned you
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| I don’t give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
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| Better listen up close nigga, don’t trip
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| Your heat’s in the car, mine’s in this bitch
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| I pull up clean, manners of a gentleman
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| Trigger man, etiquette, one felony away from a predicate
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| That Patrón's my medicine, them stones glowing
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| Like they owned by Edison, I am on my better than
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| Everybody tip, walk up in the club make
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| Everybody strip, everybody get… the fuck down
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| This a, brrp, stick up
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| But I don’t want no money, I want your… liquor
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| I’m a homicidal maniac, I know
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| Clip full of hollows, models swallow, gobble
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| Smoke mad lala, stretch you out
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| So bad, you’ll be able to kiss your own ass, bye-bye
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| No boy, I done warned you
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| I don’t give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
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| Better listen up close nigga, don’t trip
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| Your heat’s in the car, mine’s in this bitch
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| Mine’s in this bitch, mine’s in this bitch
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| Better listen up close nigga, don’t trip
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| Your heat’s in the car, mine’s in this bitch
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| What the fuck do you mean
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| That I can’t fuck bitch? |
| Fuck this, I’ve been dope, flashy
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| But I don’t mean my money, I mean I’m nude under a trench coat
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| I put the wreck in reckless, the 'sult in insult
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| When you fuck bitches, they be like, «Uh!»
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| When I fuck bitches, they be like, «Ahhhh!»
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| I’m a fucking rapist, atheist, say yes, say no
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| KO, ayo, I’m a piranha, my pen is in the condom
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| And you are vagina, your flow is and ah, kinda
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| So you can blow my anaconda
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| Treacherous methods, respect my grammar conduct
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| Oh, I made you look
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| Insane sixteens and crazy hooks
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| I will fuck up prostitute raw 'fore I fall
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| Follow me like I’m Allahu Akbar (Rock star!)
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| No boy, I done warned you
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| I don’t give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
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| Better listen up close nigga, don’t trip
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| Your heat’s in the car, mine’s in this bitch
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| Mine’s in this bitch, mine’s in this bitch
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| Better listen up close nigga, don’t trip
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| Your heat’s in the car, mine’s in this bitch
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| You wanna see where the stars is at?
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| We over here, where the bottles at?
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| You want a problem, I’m all for that
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| 'Cause you won’t make it to the car for that
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| Now whoa
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| You are now dealing with the biggest criminal in the world
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| Welcome to Gotham City, it’s a Dark Knight
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| What the fuck do you mean, that I ain’t in shape? |
| Go bag Nelly
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| I go and get me a fat bitch, we gon' slap bellies
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| I keep a box of rubbers, cock, I got ya covered
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| That’s right, I talk to my cock often like, «Cock, they love ya»
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| Ha-ha, I walk the block with a oven but not your mother’s
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| I’m talking 'bout the other, by the way, your mother
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| I’m terrific, I’m the president, I’m Obama-rific
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| Make up my own words, I’m the shit-ic
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| No boy, I done warned you
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| I don’t give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
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| Better listen up close nigga, don’t trip
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| Your heat’s in the car, mine’s in this bitch
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| Mine’s in this bitch, mine’s in this bitch
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| Better listen up close nigga, don’t trip
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| Your heat’s in the car, mine’s in this bitch |