| Ohhh, Pablo
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| Ohhh
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| Mob rules, don’t know what you saying, don’t know what it’s bout
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| Goggles, I seen through the rain, never seen a drought
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| Handles, they passed me the ball, never gave it up
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| Scramble, remember being chubby with a semi tucked
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| And I got away from them bitches, then a nigga got caught
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| And I still had the money for the bail
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| Only caught me cause they hit me with the car
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| Swear they took it too far
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| Man they should’ve sent a warrant through the mail
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| When they grabbed me, started asking all these questions
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| Talking bout they got confessions
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| They just said that to a nigga just to tell
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| Let em talk, and I let em talk
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| As I let em talk, where my cell? |
| Man you bitches go to hell
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| I’ma get money til they send me over
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| Ohhh, Pablo
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| Money I send my soldiers
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| Ohhh, Pablo
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| on my island
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| Ohhh, Pablo
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| They don’t wanna see me wilding
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| Ohhh, Pablo
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| If I get locked up today you better visit
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| Got them presidents on me, don’t need no digits
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| Having meetings, you can’t come, this ain’t your kind of night
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| Stop the meeting, wait a minute, step outside and called my wife
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| And I, think she ignoring me, she knows that annoys me
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| Tryna avoid me, know she can’t avoid me
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| Say just bout anything, they tried to destroy me, spirit
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| Blood ain’t on our shirt, guess I wasn’t near it
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| Why you act like you catch em when you don’t harm shit
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| Nephew, he’s a bitch, I had to tell your aunt, and
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| And them niggas they grimy, only on some show shit
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| Cause my dummy got a holster hanging from his armpit
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| I’ma get money til they send me over
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| Ohhh, Pablo
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| Money I send my soldiers
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| Ohhh, Pablo
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| on my island
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| Ohhh, Pablo
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| They don’t wanna see me wilding
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| Ohhh, Pablo |