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    Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh
    Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah
    Deep pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel
    Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here
    Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel
    I'm growin' me some horns, baby, I'm from hell
    Southside, I was in Riverdale
    Off a molly, that two-tone pill
    Rich nigga with all these fuckin' girls
    He next, I put him on the mural
    She's next, I told her she my girl
    Oh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)
    Hahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)
    (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?) Oh

    Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
    Put 'em on the news (Ha, sa)
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    Put 'em on the news (Ah), yeah
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    Put 'em on the news (Ah)
    Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)
    Put 'em on the news ('Sup)
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    2024, MUSIC, oh, oh
    Put 'em on the news or somethin'
    I'm evil like Luci' son
    A whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the bunnies
    Had to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time
    I'm travelin' the world like the pope, bringin' the praise right to my son
    Shawty, you gotta be canceled, you make me feel some type way
    And no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh
    I'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale
    Uh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on my main
    Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie
    Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry
    I'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)
    I told her: The glove don't fit, I'm feelin' like OJ
    The racks in my pocket and I link with OJ
    Ooh, 24s in the socket, got me feelin' like Kobe, RIP, uh
    All my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit
    Welcome to the party, bitch, we all narcissists
    Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say Guap?)
    Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, yeah
    (Oh, you like that?) Oh

    Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin'
    Put 'em on the news, ha
    Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah
    Put 'em on the news, ha
    Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah
    Put 'em on the news, ha
    Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah
    Put 'em on the news, ha
    Put 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up
    Put 'em on the news, gang, ha
    Put 'em on the news, ha
    Put 'em on the news, yeah
    Put 'em on the news, ha

    Oh, hahaha, schyeah

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    Composición: Kanye West, Rcubed, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams y Playboi Carti

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