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to break her heart
Too scared and selfish to watch my security fall
Pitbull, heartbreaker, forced love dictator
The boy that crippled all her dreams
Sweet,
Out on the corner standin' so bold
Stood a little paper boy so hungry and cold
And as the crowd came passin' by
These words he said with tears in
Yung Berg: 
Yeah. That's right. It's ya boy, and Pitbull.

All my dogs say, "Make money money make money money money."
(Make money money make money
Mad at the papaer boy that little nerd
Can't throw a paper straight, the spastic twerp
Hit me in the head with the Daily Sun
Then he laughed like
Out on the corner standin' so bold
Stood a little paper boy so hungry and cold
And as the crowd came passin' by
These words he said with tears in
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[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond
Slowly they grew apart
Boy, it woulda broke your heart

And the days went by like paper in the wind
Everything changed, then changed again
It's hard
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting’ double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin’ Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
A sunny disk,
the sky's around (it)
This is a drawing by a young boy.
He drew it on a sheet (of paper)
And signed in the corner

May there
money by the tons, fo' sho' homey and all hunds 
And if ya get past the gate, cameras and pitbulls, you can have some 
Flossin', no one flosses like
to welcome y'all to where I been born, 
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!) 
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know? 
You got them boys that pass by in
move
So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food'
Competition I just devour
Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
Cause when it comes to being dope, hot
what I'm a give em when they land in last place
Hand right by the... they ain't too many seeing us
So they wanna take my gifts
But I wrap em with
to welcome y'all to where I been born, 
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!) 
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know? 
You got them boys that pass by in
telling you that's enough
You turned on my boy Juvenile and then proceeded to back that up
Pitbull said 'Culo!' and I ain't even that good at Spanish
But
the money turns the world
Your lovin' turns to less

I learn by mistakes
Most of it is yours and
I'm done living life as a criminal
I thought I'd die
When the money turns the world
Your lovin' turns to less

I learn by mistakes
Most of it is yours and
I'm done living life as a criminal
I thought
go! I start this shit bad

That's for Miami boys
With them days kinda flex
Move and wait
They learn to hate
That's the Miami boys
With the head
by like "there he go" 
I fit the description, 
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me, 
Real Dade County Nigga! 
 
It's that little chico Pitbull
Was the captain of the team his senior year
In his eyes, on his helmet, he had no fear
Down by a six-ball on the ten
Said huddle up boys we’ve got
But the jezebel boy
On the corner by the technicolor processing plant
Stands by the light;
Waitin' through the night
Waitin' for that
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
(C)Out on the corner (G7)standin' so bold
Stood a little paper boy so hungry and (C)cold
And as the crowd came (G7)passin' by
These words he said
You can tell by his fashion
That boy's been in prison
Detective instinct
Detective instinct
Always do it
Two thugs knocked down an old tree for
it 
Havin' money by the ton, Rolex and Bossalini 
A nuchi give Versace cologne, now want to see me 
at my best or worst? I gets paper when I burst