| Packin' that gas, fuego
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| My bitches bad, J-Lo
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| Braggin' a lot, lie to the cops
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| Feel like I’m Eddie Guerrero
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| That boy is Speedy Gonzales
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| Love to do all of that talkin'
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| Money fall out of my pockets
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| Didn’t fit all in the wallet
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| Smokin' that what you ma call it, fuego
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| Mixin' that drink with the Faygo
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| Back for the D, like she Jengo
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| After caso
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| Tell 'em to
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| I’m too her to Boston
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| Sippin' on tea and I’m bossin'
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| Fresh, hell, I’m Danny
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| Wanna be me, but he floppin'
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| What is it like to be poppin'?
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| Estoy cantando con malo conejo
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| My bitches love me, why they always gotta call me pendejo?
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| No soy un guero, I sip Modelo’s, por mí baile moreno, hasta el cielo
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| I touch the sky like, «What the fuck is up?»
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| I hit the bank and cash my checks and it’s still not enough
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| Might drop the duffel on the table, tell 'em «Cough it up»
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| Still rather get it from a label, let me call 'em up
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| Like am I hot enough?
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| Like am I
|
| Packin' that gas, fuego
|
| My bitches bad, J-Lo
|
| Braggin' a lot, lie to the cops
|
| Feel like I’m Eddie Guerrero
|
| That boy is Speedy Gonzales
|
| Love to do all of that talkin'
|
| Money fall out of my pockets
|
| Didn’t fit all in the wallet
|
| Smokin' that what you ma call it, fuego
|
| Oh, yeah
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| Hey, yeah
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| Oh, woah
|
| Oh, oh-woah
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| I touch the sky like, «What the fuck is up?»
|
| I hit the bank and cash my checks and it’s still not enough
|
| Might drop the duffel on the table, tell 'em «Cough it up»
|
| Still rather get it from a label, let me call 'em up
|
| Like am I hot enough?
|
| Like am I
|
| Fuego
|
| Mixin' that drink with the Faygo
|
| Back for the D, like she Jengo
|
| After caso
|
| Tell 'em to
|
| I’m too her to Boston
|
| Sippin' on tea and I’m bossin'
|
| Fresh, hell, I’m Danny
|
| Wanna be me, but he floppin'
|
| What is it like to be poppin'? |