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    Wait, what does she say?
    She says something like
    No, I know what she says
    Hundred bands in my—
    Why does she say that?
    I don't know
    How can you fit a hundred bands in your panties?

    I am a menace, you know what I mean
    I am evil and I'm a fien
    Smoking exotic, we calling it green
    My flow go crazy just like a machine
    I'm making racks and I'm only eighteen
    Speed in the car like I'm Lightning McQueen
    Hundreds of bands, put that bitch in my jeans
    Keepin' it fresh and I'm keepin' it clean

    I am a menace, I'm keeping it straight
    I go hardcore, bitches cannot relate
    Gas on my wheels, that bitch cannot escape
    Call it a Glock or you call it a drake
    Mad at the passion so they leaving hate
    Post a bitch serve and they irritate
    Five stars, I'm golden and I'm talking 'bout race
    Racks is so big, making my pockets break

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    When they talk 'bout me, they know I'm a star
    Shoot for the top, bitch, I'm going real far
    Dropping the mic, bitch, I'm dropping the bar
    When I talk swerving, I'm talking 'bout car
    All of my songs top tier, yeah, they go hard
    At a house party, it's fights in the yard
    My bitch is a scammer, she's swapping some cards
    My bars on point, bitch, you call it a dart
    Think that I'm popping, lil' bitch is a start
    Spit is intelligent, calling me smart
    Call me a vamp, bitch, I rip out your heart
    Bitches still fiend, bitch, they hitting the cart
    When I was young, used to smoke in the park
    Turn on the lights, but my soul is still dark
    Ganja from space and that bitch kinda tart
    When I say alien, know what I mean

    Go to the top and I'm loving the fame
    I'm popping off and I'm shaking the game
    Told y'all I'm evil, I'll never be tamed
    Still going up and I'm in my own lane
    From the 302, and that bitch getting paid
    Bitches is tricks, pussy boys getting played
    Withering flowers, we watch them decay
    Why is you whispering? What did you say?
    Forty-inch bust down, all sexy in black
    Spitting on my gangster, but bitches is wack
    I got a rifle, put it on my back

    Uh, uh
    What? Hundred bands in my panties
    Hundreds of bands, put that bitch in my jeans
    Panties, panties (Hundred bands—)
    (Ghozt)
    What? Hundred bands in my panties

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    Composición: Cortisa Star y Markus Cabrer

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