| Yeah
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| Hold up, what if I do it like this?
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| Came through, all juice, no introduction
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| Same dude, guess who? |
| Up from the dungeon
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| No whip, just Lyft right to the function
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| I spit that shit, no production
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| Like blaow, I’m right now
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| This so cold, I ain’t even write it down
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| Bass go pow, don’t be proud
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| Hear it in the club and your girl like, «Wow»
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| I’m through, ain’t nothin' left to do
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| So why don’t you come through? |
| And I’ma chill with you
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| I’m through, I feel it in the room
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| So why don’t you come through? |
| And I’ma chill with you
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| Goddamn, you loquito
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| Lookin' so fly how I’m puffin' on a pito
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| Mami, don’t rush, told her chupa mi pipo
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| Got her fallin' headfirst straight for el niño
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| Uh, got the keys with it
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| Ooh, ah, like a rey with it
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| Like you talk good sh. |
| and you fall apart quick
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| Then you hit me up again like, «Papi, what it do?»
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| If you see that girl, then you holler
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| If you see that girl, then you holler
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| Then you dial my number and tell me right now
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| If I pull up, skrrt, and I take her now
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| I said you see that girl, then you holler
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| If you see that girl, then you holler
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| And you hit my line and you say she came through
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| But the hotline bling and I come right through
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| I’m through, ain’t nothin' left to do
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| So why don’t you come through? |
| And I’ma chill with you
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| I’m through, I feel it in the room
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| So why don’t you come through? |
| And I’ma chill with you
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| I’m through, ain’t nothin' left to do
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| So why don’t you come through? |
| And I’ma chill with you
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| I’m through, I feel it in the room
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| So why don’t you come through? |
| And I’ma chill with you
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| I’m through, ain’t nothin' left to do
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| So why don’t you come through? |
| And I’ma chill with you
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| I’m through, I feel it in the room
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| So why don’t you come through? |
| And I’ma chill with you |