I bought an AMG to fill it with asses
A Baby Jeeter, but it has to be a joint
In Pra-a-a-a-a-da black
I love boujee girls

Brown-skinned, but I'm fascinated by blondes
Opposite poles, only foreign babies
I want to go crazy
2C on her lipstick, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Pour me some Green Label
An exotic cookie flavor flan
Eccentric, the best, belligerent asses
I'm in the jungle, man
Moving feathers, the cake is split
I don't say who, but they call me The Boss
But they call me The Boss

Eah!
Ooh!
Really high, homie Gabito
And up with the flag, my man

What I burn, exclusive
How I love weed
I give a kiss to a girl even if she acts like a saint
With blue eyes
We fuck in a Su-u-u-u-uper

I bought the AMG to fill it with asses
A Baby Jeeter, but it has to be a joint
In Pra-a-a-a-a-da black
I love boujee girls

Pour me some Green Label
An exotic cookie flavor flan
Eccentric, the best, belligerent asses
I'm in the jungle, man
Moving feathers, the cake is split
I don't say who, but they call me The Boss
But they call me The Boss

Ooh!

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