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Nobody wanna hedge bets unless they know the short cut Come on baby don't play with me Baby don't play with me I'm all in Out of the saucepan by now You should have somehow Told me that the game was rigged The game was rigged yeah The game was rigged But like Pablo Pablo Picasso Abstract I do what I want to I do what I want to You'll never be Pablo Pablo Escobar You ain't nothing but a replica Coughing shit up Probably smoking too much Wanna quit But I still blow this dope through my lungs What a stitch up Sick cunt dopey as fuck Floating along golden clouds I'm rolling over the sun Letras de cancionesHomie I'm on one Paint the picture while emotions are charged Chase some liquor for the broken and numb Open their heart Flash focus record leave me alone with my art Low and behold cold chillin' I spoke to your soul ghost in the dark Forever I'm haunted by old feelings Memories talk pulse quickens Energy jolt sculpt lyrics Penning my thoughts Can't hold it in anymore I edge closer to God willing I can centre myself But like Pablo Pablo Picasso Abstract I do what I want to I do what I want to You'll never be Pablo Pablo Escobar You ain't nothing but a replica You ain't nothing but a replica Copy cat, copy cat Copy cat, copy cat Copy cat, copy cat Copy cat, replica You ain't nothing but a replica Copy cat, copy cat Copy cat, copy cat Copy cat, copy cat Copy cat, replica You ain't nothing but a replica No idea's original ain't nothing new up under the sun It's never what you do but how it's done hmmm I contemplate it while I'm sipping on this sour rum We flip a statement in the hope that we can power up Count on us To bring the flavour Add some chili to your gumbo Fuck a dickhead I'm Dikembe like Mutombo Yelling not in my house I'm a shot blocker Never cock block ya Off the top of knot spot rocker Mr top shotta Don dadda dadda don We some rap phenomenons Our legacy weighs a tonne Remember me when I'm gone Set it off Drop a bomb Vietnam to Hiroshima Hit and run up on the block Nobody seen it where I'm from We don't ever call the cops I'm Picasso when I jot From blue to cubism critics put me in a box Aroma like paloma all these pigeons wanna flock I'm a dove hide a pack of cocaina in my socks Anyone can get the chop like Don Pablo out in Medellin We been going in since we were seventeen Ayo we took it from the basement to the mezzanine In this scene tryna be the greatest that you ever seen Best believe But like Pablo Pablo Picasso Abstract I do what I want to I do what I want to You'll never be Pablo Pablo Escobar You ain't nothing but a replica You ain't nothing but a replica From Letras Mania