| She always complaining, she say I’m a player
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| Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters
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| Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us
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| Got a bad bitch, Guntanamera
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| Whoa Guntanamera
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| Whoa Guntanamera
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| Whoa Guntanamera
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| Hey, hey, Guntanamera
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| Guntanamera we in Venezuela
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| I don’t know her name but I know where she came from
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| House so big I can’t see my neighbors
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| I grab em and pass em, you try to save em
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| Whoa Guntanamera
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| Ridin' Audis through the hood, you know I be skatin'
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| Tiptoeing' in my Jordans soon as I lace em
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| Spent in all at the mall, it was Vuitton shoe laces
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| Now I’ma go crazy, now baby you know that your looks are deceiving
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| I tell all these girl that I’m rich and don’t need em and no one believes me
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| These niggas be mad, I be catching their baby girl looking and peeping
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| Take her home then I beat it till she sleeping, sleeping
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| Pull up in a Benz screaming «fuck a hater!»
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| And nigga I’da fucked your bitch on an elevator
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| Nigga I’da tell your bitch I’ma fuck her later
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| And she gon' only get this dick, not no fuckin' paper
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| Vamanos, knock em all down like dominoes
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| Then I tell em adios
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| If you got a bad bitch and she suck a good dick
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| Better lock her pussy down and you call it Guantanamo
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| Huh, that pussy tryna run, call that cardio
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| This gon' be a lot of fun, moon turn to the sun
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| We gon' get it to tomorrow
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| Spend a couple car notes on a couple bottles
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| Yo the rich shit don’t end
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| You don’t wanna roll all along, tell your homies come on
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| And it’s on, I’ma hit your friend
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| I’m cool with it if you cool with it
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| If you suck, spit and you drool with it
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| And I’ma be up in the hole all day
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| Guantanamo bay, Trey |