| Now all I know is sinning
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| Time been standing still
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| With the room a fucking spinning
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| And all she hear is rumors
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| About how I’m fucking living
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| I look her in the eye and say I’m living
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| I get it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m living
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| I’m living, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m living
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| I’m living, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m living
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| Getting it in like the shit was my religion, I’m living yeah
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| She ride with me ‘cause I’m driven
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| And she wish she said she love me as much she said you’re forgiven
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| I slide with freaky women, yeah, they like to speak my business
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| They don’t care about my secrets though, privacy’s a privilege
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| Now I ain’t into tripping, don’t have rivalry with bitches
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| They lucky I acknowledge their existence, on trial with my investments
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| Loyal teams that a broad that be thinking that loyalty will be any time
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| That she talk to me about her boyfriend when she spoil me
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| On the Lower East so we woke up, in the morning, sipping mimosas
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| My wifey don’t go hungry, nah, she keep on eating chocha
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| They drink until they sloppy and they mixing it with Molly
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| Though these gringos ain’t bilingual, when I stroke
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| She screaming papi, I be gone, in Venezuela with some different papers
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| Of course I changed, I had to change to change my situation
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| With a bitch who only fuck with me to get her papers
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| I love her ‘cause she love manipulation, yeah
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| I don’t roll around with a clique, I roll around with a chick
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| No slowing down and she going down ‘cause I’m Polo down to my dick
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| I’m known around as a Spic and I’mma get it in
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| With a little bit of an authority and I speak for a large minority
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| And now they wish that they woulda been deported me, right?
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| I’m living like I got immunity and when I see you fail
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| I treat it like an opportunity, them bloggers profit off gossip
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| And that ain’t news to me, weakness is what you’ll do to me
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| Power is what you’ll do for me, right? |
| And my people willing to die
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| If y’all expecting to fail, then y’all ain’t even willing to try
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| You don’t roll with no killers boy, y’all shooters only kill time
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| All I’m about is my business, I keep stacks of bills in my side
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| Straight cash at that buy out, I’m intense now when I ride out
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| We high tech when we high now so them kush clouds are all iCloud
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| And I don’t apologize for how I live
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| When you believe, then you don’t have regrets |