| In the caravan with some Latin bitches
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| Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers
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| Oye mami, ven aca, come her for papi chulo
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| Let me knock it out the park, I’m talking Albert Pujols
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| (Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new muh-fucking two door
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| This shit ain’t nothing new though
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| I’m tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols)
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| Schematic, hold the fuck up nigga
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| Bring that shit the fuck back
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| This the big boss Ricky Ross nigga
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| We ain’t playing no fucking games
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| Made a million with the pen
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| Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head
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| Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached
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| Fuck what them niggas saying I hit whoever at bat
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| John Rocker Atlanta’s Bravest know that I’m awesome
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| Bet I be like Fenway out in Boston, my green is a monster
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| We don’t speak to informants, they just look for a way out
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| They just hating on the game, they just way too Canseco
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| Gotta thank my crew, my label, everything I do they ate, Oh
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| K with, who the fuck gon' say something?
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| Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load
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| Three strikes put a muh-fucking K up
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| Double M nigga now we up
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| Three strikes like a muh-fucking C. C
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| You wife ain’t shit, we G’d her
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| Huh, we G’d up, G’d up
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| Up in my new two door
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| Knock it out the park, Albert Pujols
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| Feel like I seen it all, but I can’t say so
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| Be a snitch? |
| No way, Jose Canseco
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| Face down, ass up, ain’t none of my bitches planking though
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| We got stripes in my city, ain’t none of my niggas Yankees though
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| It’s going down in history, the way I valet two doors
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| She blew a kiss at me, I told her da le culo
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| Listen b, just give my stylist kudos
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| And my consistency? |
| I call that Albert Pujols
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| Shouts out to St. Louey, swag champ I got the belt
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| Big H if it ain’t Louie, cuffing you bitch is not gon' help
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| They asking me what I wear, I think YSL is how it spelt
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| And I might just let you touch it if you don’t go tell 'em how I felt
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| Real nigga, that’s just how I’m built
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| From turning white into cream, powdered milk
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| To getting rich off a dream, I throw it the bag
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| This the Ambition anthem, I flowed it to the flag |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Albert Pujols , by - Wale. Song from the album Live from the Dmv, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп