Pullin’ up in the supercharger/
Me and two things like a double entendre/
N***a want beef, I’m a number nine combo/
Not one designer in my ensemble/
Pullin’ up in the supercharger/
Me and two things like a double entendre/
N***a want beef, I’m a number nine combo/
Not one designer in my ensemble/
Te sentaste en mi (te sentaste en mi)/
Y me dejaste allí (me dejaste allí)/
Solo en el jardín/
Tantos meses que estuve pa’ ti/
Las bendiciones al por mayor como Costco/
Yo los educo; Eugenio María de Hostos/
Dime ¿Qué carajo hiciste tú de agosto a agosto?/
Sentao en tu sofá esperando que abran el kiosko./
Me tienes trepando paredes/
Tú quiere’ cuando no se puede/
Y así hayan otras mujeres,/
no hay razón pa’ que me celes/
Si eres fría como la nieve/
I’m from Atlanta, the diamonds are Africa/
I don’t know algebra/
I been the mouth of the South, not a traveler/
Give her the dick with a curve, a parabola/
Let me jump in this bitch/
Two phones, but I only bring one in this bitch/
One daughter, but they all my sons in this bitch/
No hoes, ain’t shit gettin’ done in this bitch/
I’m scary, I got a gun in this bitch/
Turn the fuckin’ noise up, ah, n***a, my heart broken/
Remembered I was rich, so I bought me some new emotions/
And a new boat ‘cause I’d rather cry in the ocean/
It’s T, baby, uh/
Fool me one time, shame on you (Ayy)/
Fool me twice, can’t put the blame on you (Ayy)/
Fool me three times, fuck the peace sign/
Load the chopper, let it rain on you (Bop bop bop)/
Run into the underworld with guns and set the sinners free/
No bitches in my circle, I’m the show, you the commercial/
I been poppin’ like a kernel, readin’ Justin Bieber’s journal/
Treat you like a urinal/