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I Got This

Colombian cocaine

Gallardos and gold chains

Hogging up the lanes

Smoke fogging up my frames

Have you ever met a menace?

Low income housing tenant?

My pen made me some pennies

But I'm still facing a sentence

Cold as four Decembers

Bro you need a trimmers

So I'm smoking timbers

Now I'm coming back to finish

My bad, back to winning

Going extra

Innings

Ho, I do the most

That's why they catch the most fillings

Work through the world, crack on every map

Got a bitch on every play, trick it like champ

She lick it like a stamp

Eat it like a rack of lamb

Then bring that stack back to daddy while I whip a yam

I got this

I got this

I got this

My nigga chill out!

I got this

I got this

I got this

My nigga chill out!

Chill out!

Chill out!

My nigga chill out!

I got this!

Chill out!

Chill out!

My nigga chill out!

I got this!

Chill out!Wait!

Bogota bitch!

I'm Bogota rich!

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