blah, blah, blah

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Blah, blah, blah, blah...
They talk about me and I don’t even notice, but when they see the fire, they run like hell.

Just pure blah blah blah, babe, the junkie tells you funky, look, I’ll take it slow, or else I’ll blow out your speakers.
Slick rhymes like good meth, crystal clear, just don’t let them hear on the corner, life only loans, never gives, whatever you do, you better pay me back, upfront or in installments.
My voice records in bonus, I just keep the tone, I don’t sound monotone on the mic and more people follow me, right??
Keep on making stuff up, throwing shade and slandering, for better or worse, as long as they keep talking about me.
If the dogs are barking, it’s because the Cartel’s in charge and we keep riding.

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You keep talking and I’m not losing my cool, I keep selling records, more gossip, more cash.
Like in the papers, I’m honest, I never lie, but you’ll be the Pinocchio in my whole story.
To all those who throw shit and mud, I care more about what a parrot says.
I deck out my dogs, who are always by my side like the hills in Monterrey.
Didn’t you know I don’t care about the things you say? To me, they’re just empty words.
Better not waste your breath around here because it’ll all just end up as pure blah, blah, blah.
So keep on making stuff up, throwing shade and slandering, for better or worse, as long as they keep talking about me, if the dogs are barking, it’s because the Cartel’s in charge and we keep riding.

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