| Papamitrou Boi
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| Spanish bitch from uptown
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| I bought her a bust down
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| Yeah, oh
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| Ven aquí, dame chocha to my Spanish loca
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| In the kitchen, whippin' that dope up, you can smell the odor
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| Prob gon' pitch it, we gon' hit it like we Sammy Sosa (Gimme that)
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| Put that Bentley to the limit, you can smell the odor
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| Ho, Spanish bitches call me «Chulo»
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| When I’m pullin' up in that two door
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| Diamonds different color, UNO
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| All these hunnids on me, mami
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| Man, my pockets look like sumo
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| I got money out the ass, I finger pop you in your culo
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| When I hit you with that, you know (You know)
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| You know, smoke a little hookah (Hookah)
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| Kick it like it’s Judo (Judo)
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| Let you hit the OG (OG)
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| Sip some 42 though (Yeah)
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| And when we get in mood, I’ma dog it like I’m Cujo, whoa
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| Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
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| Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
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| Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
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| Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentleys 'bout, whoa
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| Pipe down, throwin' up shots
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| First we shut them down, then we open up shop
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| Realest nigga around just in case y’all forgot
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| They’ve been tryna stop the wave, but the wave don’t stop
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| Uptown, nigga
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| I was down, but they see I’m up now, nigga
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| Head high 'cause I’m holdin' up my crown, nigga
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| Never told even through the ups and downs, nigga
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| And if I D’usse, it’s a cup of brown, nigga
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| Only way I double cross is
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| I just keep spinning, only way to make 'em nauseous
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| Dímelo, mami, like salsa, we could dip
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| I’m just tryna see you dance, salsa on the dick, whoa
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| It went down, she came up, you know
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| Y’all take shots, y’all aim up, you know
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| Hate on low, but we fly high, you know
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| Talk is cheap, free Wi-Fi, whoa
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| Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
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| Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
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| Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
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| Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentleys 'bout, whoa
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| Pipe down, throwin' up shots (Brrr)
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| First we shut them down, then we open up shop (Anuel, ah)
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| Realest nigga around just in case y’all forgot (Mera, dime Spliff,
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| los Intocables, oíste cabrón)
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| They’ve been tryna stop the wave but the wave don’t stop (Ah, brrr, haha)
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| Vo' a estar al volante (Volante) y al la’o está el cantante (Brrr)
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| El que tiene guerra con los narcotraficantes (Haha)
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| Hijo 'e puta, tengo cuatro rutas (Uy)
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| Y lo' vendo a treinta y dos como Karl Malone en Utah (Utah)
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| Louboutin, Dolce y Versace (Jaja)
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| Vo' a morirme millonario, los Illuminati (Los Illuminati)
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| La Glock y las puta' en el bote (Brrr)
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| Y las nalga' como Jennifer López, brrr (Ah)
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| Y ella rebota ese culote
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| Y yo le mamo ese totito pa' que no me bote (Pa' que no me bote)
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| Yo tengo diez dracotes (Brrr)
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| Y tenemos trece R (Ah) y mil soldados pa' to' estos bichotes (Ah, jaja)
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| Brrr
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| Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
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| Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
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| Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
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| Talk to me nice, show you what this Bentleys 'bout, whoa
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| Pipe down, throwin' up shots
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| First we shut them down, then we open up shop
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| Realest nigga around just in case y’all forgot
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| They’ve been tryna stop the wave but the wave don’t stop |