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[Intro] |
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That's right (sniff sniff) |
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Bam Bam in the mother ******g building |
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Queens New York |
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Straight up |
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Drop that *************t |
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It's me |
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I built this *************t |
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Yeah |
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[Verse 1] |
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Let me begin baby, my name is Bronsoliño |
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All I see is C-notes, silk *************rts at the casino |
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It's time to take those leather pants off, this ain't no dance off |
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I know your hands soft, you're on the menu like the lamb broth |
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This is a grown man's sport |
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And, dog, I leave a mother******* laid out on the handball court |
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I never brag and boast, I'm fire out the dragon's nose |
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My words pronounced just like a camel toe |
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And every whip in the garage laced |
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Keep that thing in the guitar case, bait the cops into a car chase |
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Crash the mother ******g Jeep into the venue |
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You better pray to God it's straight to Heaven where they send you |
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Ah, why the ************* would I have a bodyguard |
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If I look just like the mother ******g bodyguard |
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Baby hair curls on my forehead, leave your whore dead |
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Hop out that four times, four door and draw lead |
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I'm underground and I need more bread |
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And I need more head from some ******* straight from Morehead |
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State your business cause I'm busy tanning naked |
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My joint is shaking while I'm wearing bracelets |
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Uh, your words are tasteless, your taste is basic |
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My taste in Asics will lead your ******g space*************p into Matrix |
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This place I made is quite spacious |
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And dog I'm not the one to ******g play with |
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Hear me? |