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TraduçãoGod knowsReincarnatedI was stargazin'Life goes on, I need all my babiesWoke up lookin' for the broccoliHigh-key, keep a horn on me, that KamasiIP, ownership, the blueprint is by meMister Get Off, I get off at my feetWhen I hear music, it makes me danceYou got the music, now is your chanceA yee nigga couldn't try me in the Tri-StateBuddy pass, bet I get him splashed till he hydratedBounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilatedI got the money and the power both gyratin'I feel good, get the fuck out my faceLook good, but she don't got no tasteI walk in, walked out with the safeMando, let me know what the playWhat the fuck?I got hits, I got bucks, I got new paper cutsI got friends, I got foes, but they all sittin' ducksHit his turf and get crackin', double back like a deluxeFifty deep, but it ain't deep enoughFuck a plea, there he go, beat him upFallin' from my money tree and it grow throughout the monthsSpit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it's usI feel good, get the fuck out my faceLook good, but she don't got no tasteI walk in, walked out with the safeMando, let me know what the playSquabble up, squabble upSquabble up, squabble upSquabble up (mm-mm), squabble up (mm-mm)Squabble up (mm-mm), squabble upHol' up (hol' up)Where you from? (Where you from?)Bye, bitch (bye, bitch)I'm finna go dumb (finna go dumb)Sideways (sideways)Bunk skunk (bunk skunk)Fever (fever)I'm on one (I'm on one)Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' itQuid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' itWork on the floor, let me know if you clockin' itBrodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' itIt was woof tickets on sale till I silenced itPipe down, young, these some whole other politicsBitch with him and some bitch in him, that's a lot of bitchDon't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologiesGhetto child, it was Black & Milds with the SmirnoffYeehaw, we outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him offBlaps on blaps, it's a fact, this a brick of rawTell me why the fuck you niggas rap if it's fictional?Tell me why the fuck you niggas fed if you criminal?Ayy, Dot, can I get a drop? I'm like: Nigga, nahAce boon coon from the Westside to SenegalIt's a full Moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah)I feel good, get the fuck out my faceLook good, but she don't got no tasteI walk in, walked out with the safeMando, let me know what the playSquabble up, squabble upSquabble up, squabble upSquabble up (mm-mm), squabble up (mm-mm)Squabble up (mm-mm), squabble up
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