| Black bottles, black models
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| Cuban cigars, Domincanos
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| Colombianos, it’s
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| 100 dope boys on the sofa
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| I’m with Versace on
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| Stars on the roof for the ambiance
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| Dug up some more hundreds, fought a few cases
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| Now we in the club throwing blue faces
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| Used to see Papi at the
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| Now I’m sittin' on gold toilets
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| more spoils
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| Large, you people never be loyal
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| You can buy me way more bottles then them other sections
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| Leave 1000 dollar tip what blessin'
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| All eyes on us, ain’t nobody in the club lookin' at your direction
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| So baby as you one question, do we look like we’re stressin'?
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| Cause we ain’t
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| Do we look like we’re stressin'? |
| Cause we ain’t
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| Do we look like we’re stressin'? |
| Cause we ain’t
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| more opus
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| Break up the makeup, we got motives
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| I’m America that teamwork
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| Three keys in my sleep, now that’s dream work
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| It’s the U-blow show
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| Seven figures on the wrist like you don’t know
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| The haters lookin' at me cause the mommies lookin' at me
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| Fed’s lookin' at me, all the snitches lookin' at me
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| Fo' hunnid on the race, that’s hella dough
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| Just to see the stars with no telescope
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| I got the pussy wetter than that yayo
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| Get it off of the block, that J. Lo
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| Alexander McQueen, Balmain Jeans
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| Everything all black like the Beijing
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| Cop the Red Octobers since the Valentine
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| Have Cupid shoot that ass like 1000 times
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| In the cell got the wrong number
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| But she gone be my all summer
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| And she gone be up in my tub half naked
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| And I just sold the plug |