| I strategize, I execute, I pow, pow, pow, pow
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| I annihilate, on my tenth cardia
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| Still ain’t got time to waste
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| Where you want to go? |
| I got the pilot waiting
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| That’s my teterboro flow
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| Please keep it low
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| I wroted all my raps
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| You can still see the flo'
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| Been so high all week my nigga
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| I still ain’t seen the flow
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| This bitch keep talkin' crazy
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| I’ma be reachin' through the phone
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| Hol' up that’s my teterboro flow
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| You was in Costa Rica though
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| She was skiing down the slopes
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| She was leakin' out her nose
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| She was leakin' out her clothes
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| She was reachin' for my — woah —
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| I ain’t say she a hoe
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| But there’s things you need to know
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| This my teterboro flow, brr, millimetre flow
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| My security a low, your security a joke
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| I mean, I ain’t laughed that hard, shit
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| Since the last time I seen your hoe
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| And the last time I seen your hoe
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| I only seen her throat
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| This my teterboro, your European pearl
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| I’m from Diddy 'er
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| Biggie Jesus piece starin' at me
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| Give me one more Carrera (baby)
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| Petey Pablo flows, for you leaky hoes
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| Lamborghinis and corsos
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| Where you wanna go? |
| where you wanna go?
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| This my teterboro flow, haha
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| Stop comparing me to those
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| Rich for like 2 years nigga
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| Hit me in a few years nigga
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| Hit me a few coupes later
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| New cribs and new views later
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| See all my old bitches, just give me new haters
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| Nigga, I’m where the verse start
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| Yeah bitch, I’m the one
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| Time I could get at y’all bitches
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| I give to my son, I give him my love, I give him my ribs, I give him my lungs
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| I live on the run
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| I stand in one place for a month straight
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| And still give 'em a run
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| For my teterboro flow, please keep it low
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| I’m taking the game nigga
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| This my Liam Neeson flow
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| We were eating pizza rolls
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| We was sleepin' on the floor
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| You was sleepin' on the floor
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| Now I’m paranoid in my mansion
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| Got me peekin' through the door
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| That’s my teterboro flow
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| Steven Victor, no?
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| Keep the ace in the hoe
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| Brr, millimeter flow
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| My security a low
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| I wrote all my raps for you
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| You can still see the flow
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| She think my house is haunted
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| I know you see the ghost
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| I’m for fire man, nigga y’all want no smoke
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| Niggas stuntin' on a low, frontin' is all you do
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| Nigga I ain’t talk to the 'po, but I’m with the boys in blue
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| This my teterboro, been thorough
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| I’m a specialist need a referral
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| I’m a sick shit, need a V12
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| Pop a pill, that’s a D12, shit, ha
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| T-t-teterboro, boro, boro, flow, flow, flow
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| If you ain’t know-know, now you know nigga
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| Uh, I don’t compete, I dominate (dominate)
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| I concentrate (concentrate)
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| I strategize, I execute, I pow, pow, pow, pow
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| Brr, I annihilate, on my tenth cardia
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| Still ain’t got time to waste
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| Brr |