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[Intro:] That's right! Bam Bam in the mother fucking building Queens, New York Straight up! Drop that shit It's me! I built this shit, yeah! Let me begin, baby, my name is Bronsoliño All I see is C notes, silk shirts at the casino It's time to take those leather pants off, this ain't no dance off! I know your hands soft, You're on the menu like the lamb broth! This is a grown man's sport And, dog, I leave a motherfucker laid out on the handball court. I never brag and boast, I'm fire out the dragon's nose My words pronounced just like your camel toe And every whip in the garage laced Keep that thing in the guitar case, Bait the cops into a car chase! Crash the mother fucking Jeep into the venue You better pray to God it's straight to Heaven where they send you. (I see you!) Ah, why the fuck would I have a bodyguard, Letras de cancionesIf I look just like the mother fucking bodyguard? Baby hair curls on my forehead, leave your whore dead! ' that four times, four door and draw lead I'm underground and I need more bread, And I need more head From some bitches straight from Morehead State your business cause I'm busy tanning naked My joint is shaking while I'm wearing bracelets (I see you!) Uh, your words are tasteless, your taste is basic My taste in Asics will lead your fucking spaceship into Matrix This place I made is quite spacious And dog I'm not the one to fucking play with Hear me? From Letras Mania