| I make it hot, they be like, «Dáme fuego»
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| Kamehameha, then I run up on your yacht
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| Call up Po on Nokia, get an O call Obie up
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| High the stock is goin' up, yeah, the prices goin' up
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| Might get my license renewed
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| Might get some ice in some jewels
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| Finger my wife by the pool
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| 'Cause life been so cruel
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| Give me a license to shoot
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| K semi-silence should do
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| 'Cause I’m startin' to learn the ropes
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| Don’t let niggas get too close
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| I make it hot, I make it hot
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| I make it hot, I make it hot
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| I make it hot, I make it hot
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| I make it hot, she be like, «Dáme fuego»
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| I get her hot, she be like, «Dáme fuego»
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| Kamehameha, then I run up in your shop
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| Call up Fat like «Boy, what’s up?»
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| Tell 'em, «Boy, let’s get the guap»
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| In the fefe with the pot
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| She say, «Let's go to the spot»
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| All these niggas too cool
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| But I can’t worry 'bout fools
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| I tell my squad that it’s on
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| And now we snatchin' up jewels
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| I’m screamin', «Fuck all the rules»
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| Steady clutchin' my tool
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| Gettin' sick of all these runts
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| So we turnin' up the stunts
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| I make it hot, I make it hot
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| I make it hot, I make it hot
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| I make it hot, I make it hot
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| I make it hot, she be like, «Dáme fuego» |