You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends
My ambition to win, just to get me some ends
If u smoking with me you better de filling
Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
Re-directed de-ci-sions
Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio
Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow
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