| Yeah, people
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| love for da self yeah
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| Catour, fuck it up (Bup, bup, bup)
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| Don dadda, top shotta, big papa
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| I wanna, I gotta, clothes dropper
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| Opp stopa, gun grabber (Pew), gotcha
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| Cubana, get some of my horchata
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| More fire, more kaya
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| Call me sire, stick by ya, script writer, not an actor
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| Tell ya mumma, tell ya papa please cyatch fire (Bitch)
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| Top dollar, 'nuff respect, and 'nuff power (Brr, bup, bup, bup)
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| Kicking for you like you lost a limb, yeah (Let's get, let’s get it,
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| let’s get it)(Yuh)
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| I can do without the fake friends, yeah (Let's get, let’s get it)(Wak)
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| My brother lost his mind, is what it is (Wak, wak, wak)
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| I got straight out my deathbed to live (Let's get, let’s get it,
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| let’s get it)(Trah)
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| Girl you can’t fuck with me, you need to take time (Yeah)
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| I’ma hit it once just to make up my mind (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Ah, your margarita glean of old in mind (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Exhibit my fits and I pimp out my rides (Yeah)(Wak, wak, wak)
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| You get smoke like a cigarette, pills in your silhouette (Yuh, yuh)(Wak)
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| I gave my ex my nuts, said: «please refrigerate» (Wak, wah, wah)
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| Too many clones round, just make a mini-me (Uh)
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| Come and stick your tongue out, and say: «replenish it» (Yuh)(Ah)
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| Don dadda, top shotta, big papa (Yuh)
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| I wanna, I gotta, clothes dropper (Wak, wak, wak)
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| Opp stopa (Yuh), gun grabber (Brr)(Pew), gotcha (Bap)
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| Cubana, get some of my horchata (Wak, wak, wak)
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| More fire, more kaya, call me sire (Yuh)
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| Stick by ya, script writer, not an actor (Yuh, yuh)
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| Tell ya mumma, tell ya papa please cyatch fire (Sset)
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| Top dollar, 'nuff respect, and 'nuff power (Waak)
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| —kay she said that, ehm… your difficulties are getting in the way of you
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| doing certain things, so they’re, eh—stunting you, uh… socially.
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| You’re not, kinda, able to make new friends and get to meet new people |