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biatchhhhh, biatch this your favorite song
biatch, biatch, this your favorite song Translation: Ven aqui, mami, ese culo Tu quieres cojer mis huevos, y papi me desespero Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron - let's get it Nights like this, I'm a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this And I'm more than a man, I'm a God, bitch, touche, en garde Toupée drop and her two tits pop out of that tank top and bra And when I say \"Doo-doo, doo-doo,\" bitch, that be K. Dot She want some more of this, I give her more of this, I owe her this In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this And focus, and slow it down, alright, let me blow this bitch I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest Watch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah!
Oh, oh, down with that shit Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
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