My sixth sense suspects that you're going to die, I'm going to nail you with your fucking done
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You bastards, I'm not normal, I'm for you and I'm going to tear you apart (yeh, yeh)
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I'm going to wait for you to come out of your house and we stick your face like tint to the glass
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Your death in PR is going to be the first trending, as your ending is going to do to you
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Your San Pedro is left pending (wuh!), yeh
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The one who does extension, exploded the war like a pressure cooker (prra, prra)
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A GPS under the car and we put you and your combo in your location
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The game is still the same (uh-huh)
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It never changes no matter how hard I try
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I do an exorcism to the Devil (yeh)
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With a Draco and two filling combs (Ninjiizu!)
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I don't give a fuck who you're with (you're with, you're with)
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We don't get a batch of your movie (no, no)
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Your whore does not let go of my band bug
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Don't snore so much and go down to Wakanda
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I don't give a fuck who you're with (you're with, you're with)
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We don't get a batch of your movie (no, no)
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Your whore does not let go of my bug in a band (wuh!)
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Don't snore so much and go down to Wakanda
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'You're snoring with tickets, may God multiply them for you |
Pa' when The Witch catches you, the clothes and the kids, son of a bitch,
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they also take them away
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For my case, you don't go down, I broke the box for your cat
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And we are going to put you in your neighborhood as they gave Pedro Navajas
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Welcome to Wakanda, who are you going to party with?
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Your movie looks bastard, but your strength in the street we know that it is soft
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Give me your hand dove, come I have a trova for you
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Both wings are going to fall if you look out for my song
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Don't snore so much and go down to the J
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That we are going to put the cars 'e hood
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Just seeing me under the note
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Better than you live my pets
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Interesting, 'so shitty, they even sleep with pampers
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If we are talking 'e wakanda
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I hope you motherfuckers know that I'm The Black Panther
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Zero relaxation, job-job for work
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That you hang out with 80 crazy bastards, I don't give a damn
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If we are going to hunt, I always go to the front
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Crazy 'and catch these people
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I kill them in one
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By day they hide like the moon
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And I don't even sleep, during the day I make hell for them
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And I erase their names from my notebook |
You're going to die, pair of combs and refill
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And delete your face even from the profile
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(And delete your face even from the profile)
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If they are going to go down to Wakanda, let me know
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To wait for them ready-ready
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I don't give a fuck who you're with (you're with, you're with)
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We don't get a batch of your movie (no, no)
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Your whore does not let go of my band bug
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Don't snore so much and go down to Wakanda
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We don't capitate your movie batch
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You know that in no la'o you rule
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I have an iron and Gandalf's rod
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And we are going to go to Wakanda
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Squirrels fighting over nuts, it's fish
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Killing underwater, and I have guts
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I put the owner of the hammock and the one who rocks it
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A cut above 'and the jugular, fire inside 'and the nasal passage
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Legions of demons that torment you until you want to commit suicide
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The Perco' exploded, it's that ants got inside my body
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I put your wife to suck me, and I put it in your best friend
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If they go out, choose a ring, it is because they do not want to leave without the sewing kit
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We are going to take out the sewing machine and we are going to fit all the face and neck |