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Chillin', sippin' Jack in my hood
Scouting out women on the networks
I saw her boobs

She didn't follow back when I followed her
She acts like she doesn't know Charo
She saw me on TV
She danced my choreo
She acts like she doesn't know Charo
She saw me on TV
She danced my choreo

I launched my brand, dropped my trap, rappers thought I was their role model
In front of the cash, in front of the ladies, too many principles, we stay humble
The little ones burned our tens
The bitches caught our vices
I'm making moves on his mistress
My son plays on the console in the headrest
Do things right, life's a traitor
The neighbor's son plays with the tea set

Don't throw money out the window
You'll end up with your face in the toilet
During the crisis, I stole without traveling
Give me the cash, bro, I said, give me the money

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Chillin', sippin' Jack in my hood
Scouting out women on the networks
I saw her boobs
She didn't follow back when I followed her
She acts like she doesn't know Charo
She saw me on TV
She danced my choreo
She acts like she doesn't know Charo
She saw me on TV
She danced my choreo

She danced my choreo

But what happened, my beauty?
Nothing, I'm just tired
Now you recognize me, right?
Come on, dance to my choreo
Come on, dance to my choreo
But what happened, my beauty?
Now you recognize me, right?
Come on, dance to my choreo