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(ok is the hardest, I swear to God) Uh, oh I-I feel like Mufasa I'm richer than your father Wro-wrong move and I pop you Treehouse stick gon' drum you Pop out to that pop-up New foreign, boy, say, "Papa" You think that bitch can stop us? You ca—, you can try to stop this choppa You not on shit, you won't pop nothin' My soldiers need a mark-up I might still swerve, 'cause I changed the color of my drink, yeah-yeah The whip gon' swerve, big V12, bitch, what you think? Yeah Bitch get on my nerves Please back up, bitch, I can't think Do-double cup, double drank Shoot at that lil' boy, gon' sink Shut the fuck, sh-sh-shut the fuck up (Yeah, uh) Shut the fuck up (Yeah) Bo-boy, you's a buster (Yeah) I-I dropped my nuts, yeah (Huh?) Sendin' shots, can you duck? Uh (Yeah) Way too, way too much up, yeah (Yeah) Letras de cancionesProve to me I can trust you, yeah Another one bit the dust, yeah, what? Another one bit the dust, yeah, what? (ok is the hardest, I swear to God) Uh, oh (Boop-boop-boop-boop) I-I feel like Mufasa I'm richer than your father Wro-wrong move and I pop you Treehouse stick gon' drum you Pop out to that pop-up New foreign, boy, say, "Papa" You think that bitch can stop us? You ca—, you can try to stop this choppa You not on shit, you won't pop nothin' My soldiers need a mark-up I might still swerve, 'cause I changed the color of my drink, yeah-yeah The whip gon' swerve, big V12, bitch, what you think? Yeah Bitch get on my nerves Please back up, bitch, I can't think Do-double cup, double drank Shoot at that lil' boy, gon' sink Shut the fuck, sh-sh-shut the fuck up (Yeah, uh) (Beep, beep, beep, beep, yeah) From Letras Mania