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You know that I'm the hottest on the map
With Sonta, I slept on the mat
You're wearing fake Gucci, I'm going to take a trip to Naples
Towel around your neck, little fool under the tablecloth
You march against me, you run to the disaster
Y.O.L.O, Hakuna Matata
I'm driving at 200, I'm going to brush against the plane trees
As long as the Creator turns my chakras
We're not going to help them
I love this life too much, I own you, bitch
It's acid, it's not Nicorette, bitch
I cause lots of glitches, I only do what I want
And if I want, I'll release the other album in five years
I'm in this bitch, I'm not dizzy anymore
It's good to be poor before you're rich
Yes bitch, yes bitch
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I rant on your saps
Droptop on the Champs
Droptop on the star
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I rant on your saps
Droptop on the Champs
Droptop on the star
What are the sharps, what are the bails, nigga?
24 carats my medal, nigga
I'm counting my money, I'm listening to Kassav'
Too pure, the loading is untraceable
The cups pile up but I took the top one
She twerks hard in a little thong, fluorescent string
They don't respect that I stand out from the crowd
I created this shit, nigga, what nerve
I want bundles of sorrel, to fill cubic meters
I have my Rolls-Royce wings next to the Red Bull
I met a little me at the bus stop
I told him 'Keep dreaming, you're just dreaming'
I never needed to be given to me
To know that I could break your computer
I didn't do it on purpose, I wanted to make a pass, and presto, I scored the goal
You cut me in two, I roll on the ground
Nigga, you fly like a charter
I dunk on your grandmother like Vince Carter
I have molten gold in my arteries, 24
I pop a 'shroom from Mexico
I make my rubles and I go into exile
The bitch says she finds me sexist but that I excite her
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I rant on your saps
Droptop on the fields
Droptop on the star
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I rant on your saps
Droptop on the fields
Droptop on the star
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