| Where’s your mind at?
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| Don’t you wanna get famous, rich?
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| Better streams
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| Pop and die
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| Don’t you wanna sing less and shit
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| Or exchange your style?
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| Ain’t you afraid of numbers dropping?
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| Of falling off, watch it out
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| Can’t deny
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| But no longer give a shit, Mamacita
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| Watch me do my self on my own
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| I’m still the same, Mamacita
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| Always do whatever I want
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| Watch me do my thing
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| Me finessing my faults
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| My timing under pressure
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| Been like this from the start
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| I can’t give a shit about the bizz
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| See this gap is not a bridge
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| You and I it’s not the same zone
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| We don’t do that shit to please
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| I ain’t sour, I ain’t sweet
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| I don’t believe in y’all bozos
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| Run around in circle 'side my head
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| Keepin' control on my sauce
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| I’m getting used to getting lost
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| Ain’t give a shit, Mamacita
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| Watch me do my self on my own
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| I’m still the same, Mamacita
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| Always do whatever I want
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| Watch me do my thing, my thing, my thing
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| Finesse my faults, my faults, my faults
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| My time on pressure
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| Oh no no no no no
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| Why should I care, Mamacita?
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| Watch me do myself on my own
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| I’m still the same, Mamacita
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| Always do whatever I want |