| Si te vienen a contar
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| Cositas malas de mi
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| Manda todos a volar
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| Y diles que yo no fui
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| Si te vienen a contar
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| Cositas malas de mi
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| Manda todos a volar
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| Y diles que yo no fui
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| Five boys, playin' in the sunset
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| Translucent intention, I keep my smile kept
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| A secret
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| My denim overalls hug my waist like an ex-girl
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| Shirt wrinkled up like an empty bag of cigarettes
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| Carbon copy, I promise baby, this is the summertime
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| And it’s hot outside
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| See, you, later
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| I’m on some real shit
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| Don’t fuck with my paper
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| I be on some kill shit
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| You don’t want that fade
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| I’ll hit a nigga real quick
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| I ain’t the one to play with
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| 6' 1″, nigga, and I’m dangerous
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| See, you, later
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| I’m on some real shit
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| Don’t fuck with my paper
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| I be on some kill shit
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| You don’t want that fade
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| I’ll hit a nigga real quick
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| I ain’t the one to play with
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| 6' 1″, nigga, and I’m dangerous
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| Please, swing on me first, my nigga, swing on-
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| Wicked city to live inside
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| Twisted visions sittin' courtside
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| Livin' off a pack of cigarettes
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| And the warm water and a stolen ride
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| Wearin' number 9, Japanese denim
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| Beneath my knees sittin'
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| Is a white girl who don’t pray for niggas
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| And boy oh boy, I’m just a boy
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| And all my problems all be sins
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| If I die in this Maybach
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| Tell all my homies I die rich
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| I died rich
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| Si te vienen a contar
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| Cositas malas de mi
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| Manda todos a volar
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| Y diles que yo no fui
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| Si te vienen a contar
|
| Cositas malas de mi
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| Manda todos a volar
|
| Y diles que yo no fui
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| See, you, later
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| I’m on some real shit
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| Don’t fuck with my paper
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| I be on some kill shit
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| You don’t want that fade
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| I’ll hit a nigga real quick
|
| I ain’t the one to play with
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| 6' 1″, nigga, and I’m dangerous
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| See, you, later
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| I’m on some real shit
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| Don’t fuck with my paper
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| I be on some kill shit
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| You don’t want that fade |