| Cocaine, cocaína, yayo
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| Coco, P, whatever you wanna say, bro
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| I’m a show off, I show out
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| I’m like Webby’s haircut, I’m blowed out
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| It’s a snow day, took the snow route
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| Got a snow bunny, like it’s cold out
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| Try to hold out, bitch, we don’t go out
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| I got a gold mouth, bitch, what you know about?
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| Fish scale — clam chowder
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| Took a sniff and said wowzers because my pack’s louder
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| Perhaps your bitch Debbie Downer because she lacks powder
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| I got max power and I lack doubters
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| I’m talking soft now, not Roc Nation
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| Sniff a little off my cock, you Caucasian
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| Black-facing in this crooked ass cop nation
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| Just raw tasting and hot rod racing
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| Screaming «Fuck's satan!», they still call us Masons
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| I got dumb swag, California Raisins
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| She say I hurt her stomach, like a bad meal
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| Shot a movie with your girl, here the gag reel
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| She sniff hella blow — pop mad pills
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| She say she’s happy being fake, she get mad real
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| I got old game, bitch Neo Geo
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| Money is a must, bitch we the B. O
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| I got packs man, nigga Filipinos
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| Break a couple kilos and drink a Pellegrino
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| Favorite letter in the alphabet: El Amino
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| I got a fat bitch hanging out the El Camino
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| All we do is kick it, Tae Kwon Dope, Key-Ra-Te
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| No middle man, I’m copping from the CIA
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| Shaved a white girl myself and called her GI Jane
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| I ain’t really got a limp, but let me see the cane
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| I ain’t been in love, since we lost Selena
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| I’m the lion king, lining up my coke hyenas |