| Baddie run the trap when I’m in these streets
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| You don’t wanna play, no, no
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| Got a target on your back standing next to me
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| (Ayy, hell no, you don’t know who you’re, ah)
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| Bad gyal with that look in her eye
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| That’ll make the Devil smile (Woo)
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| Papi, tell me can you handle my type? |
| (Ayy)
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| Balling on my level now (Ah)
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| 'Cause mami’s a killa, killa (Ah, ah)
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| Shoot like guerrilla, rilla (Bop, bop, bop)
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| So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
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| (Hell no, you don’t know who you’re fucking with)
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| Music, punching or the internet? |
| I kill all of that
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| Twenty million when I see the net, I made all of that
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| Even when I’m ill I see a vet, I’m an animal
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| They know I’m eating up the threat like I’m Hannibal (Ayy, ayy, ah)
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| I got no reason to panic when all the money paid
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| Tailor-made, wearin' Armani now that I’m feelin' suede
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| Money-made, now I can choose the weather on any day (Ah, ah)
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| Anyway, king of the drama, killin' it everyday
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| Ooh, know you hiding 'cause you always throwback
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| Ooh, rolling through the pictures on the Kodak
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| Ooh, I’m the catch, saving like a goalie (Ooh)
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| Wishing but I know you fucking hate me (Ah)
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| Bad gyal with that look in her eye
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| That’ll make the Devil smile (Woo)
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| Papi, tell me can you handle my type?
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| Balling on my level now (Ayy)
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| 'Cause mami’s a killa, killa
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| Shoot like guerrilla, rilla (Bop, bop, bop)
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| So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
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| (Ayy, ayy, hell no, you don’t know who you’re, nah)
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| You don’t know who you’re fucking with (Nah)
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| I know many come and go when I go to this (I know many)
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| Turn up into killer mode (Ayy), legacy fiddling
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| End another man and then I’m leaving him piddling
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| I’m a beast when I’m on it (Ah)
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| Hotter than your bonnet (Jeez)
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| I really want it like buffalo needing women (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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| Shreddin' it, disrespect and then I’m deading it (Nah, nah)
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| Repeating me winning the figure like I’m Benedict (Damn)
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| Got the money flowing proper like an ATM (Skrrt)
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| Gotta see me glowing proper with that alien (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Taller than the Makkah when I gotta stack it up (Ayy)
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| Now she sounding like Chewbacca when she back it up (Err)
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| Bad gyal with that look in her eye
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| That’ll make the Devil smile (Skrrt)
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| Papi, tell me can you handle my type? |
| (Ayy)
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| Balling on my level now (Ayy)
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| 'Cause mami’s a killa, killa
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| Shoot like guerrilla, rilla (Bop, bop, bop)
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| So, papi, tell me can you handle my type?
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| (Yeah, yeah, hell no, you don’t know who you’re fucking with, mmh)
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| Yeah, uh, uh
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| No, no |