| Mi no sabe, mi no sabe
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| Mi no sabe, mi no sabe
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| Mi no sabe, mi no sabe
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| Mi no sabe, mi no sabe
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| Great John on the beat, by the way
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| Bitch I’m unlike most, keep a gun right close
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| Put my shooter on green, he’ll blow
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| Even on a red light, he’ll go
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| Pull up with a mop, I’m tryna clean 'em up
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| Don’t got it, I’m beating 'em up
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| Fuck all the opps, they never keeping up
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| No broom, I sweep 'em up, hol' on, wait (Huh)
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| Big body whip, I might crash the Wraith
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| I give a fuck what a hater say, just know that Sleepy getting paid today, ayy
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| Turn up, new opp pack, let’s burn up
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| Brand new kicks, can’t scuff 'em, I spent like fifty on drip for the summer
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| Nah you buggin', we spent like a hundred
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| AMG, push it, I love it, huh
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| We let off shots and they thought we was drumming
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| Free smoke, just pull up if you want it
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| She like, «Sleepy, you all in my stomach»
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| Nut in her eye, she gon' see that shit coming
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| Fuck the fame, I ain’t changing for nothing
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| Fuck the fame, I ain’t changing for nada
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| Still’ll clap a nigga, on my momma
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| I got a thirty clip just for the drama, ayy
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| Wait, huh
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| Act like they love me, I know they some liars, ayy, hol' on
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| Pop me a 30, Perkys get me higher
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| Mi no sabe, mi no sabe |