| This a caribbean connection
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| Wyclef should’ve won the election
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| Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain’t help my people, yeah, after Maria
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| This here’s for my boricuas, daddy grew up on Pun’s block
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| Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock
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| Yeah, this one is for Johnny, yeah
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| And he used to drive an Audi, he had money like a Saudi, yeah
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| Yo quiero mucho dinero, yeah, mi padre fue on Machetero
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| Hoodie on like Carmelo, yeah, y mami eres lo que quiero
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| Now that I hit 'em with Spanish I’ma go back in my bag, yeah
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| I’ma go get to the money and vanish, never come back, yeah
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| If I had a million dollars I would probably spend it on Channel
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| And I would give my girl a Birkin bag, and she used to wear them Birkenstocks
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| I’m a ball player how I work the clock, yeah, yeah
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| Fuck generational wealth, I want Arabian wealth
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| Got a couple lawyers on retainer they can never take me to jail
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| I got a black card and a black suburban that’s a black car
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| Walk in to Saks Fifth and I buy all the Gucci duffels, yeah
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| I need Migos for the ad-libs, Goyard bags, I’ll buy a couple
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| I don’t do no talking, I ain’t into gossip
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| In a black Suburban like I’m in the congress
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| Puerto Rican and a Haitian rapper
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| Yeah, you might’ve thought we was in the tropics
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| If you got a problem, we can get it poppin'
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| Heard Wyclef is going back to school so I decided to apply to college, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| This a caribbean connection
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| Wyclef should’ve won the election
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| Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain’t help my people, yeah, after Maria
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| This here’s for, daddy grew up on Pun’s block
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| Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock
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| Sweet dreams are made of these
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| She told me just believe
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| But why do we die like trees
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| Only the make-believe
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| Sweet dreams are made of these
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| She told me just believe
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| But why do we die like trees
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| Only the make-believe
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| Switch up! |
| before you drippy-drippy, litty-litty
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| I was smoking Kermit watching Mrs. Piggy
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| Seen the boomerang rang before Eddy Murphy
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| Seen the stranger things and the wall pulling on me
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| Pass the gasolina, the devils seed
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| Jesus got the, just smoking haze
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| Jimmy Hendrix blamed it on that purple haze
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| Thugs crying in the elevator, purple rain
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| Wait a minute, came to play
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| House party, bring the molly
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| I got ziggy, sticky-icky
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| Is he richy, shut up white boy, kill the pussy
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| I still pack a man like I’m AC-DC
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| This a caribbean connection
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| Wyclef should’ve won the election
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| Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain’t help my people, yeah, after Maria
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| This here’s for, daddy grew up on Pun’s block
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| Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock |