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tenho o game na minha mão
Eu tou na via a cento e tal
Tipo ando sem travão
Fiz a massa e pus na pasta
Hater bate bola baixa
Paraste de seguir no insta?..

us, tryin' to attack us

Man, they can never ever catch us
Got that Alfredo sauce on my pasta
Man, them haters, man, they can never catch up
Man, most

Trafico y no soy narco
Tengo a lo' míos hablando italiano
De lunes a viernes solo comen pasta
Tengo a mis hater' diciéndome ""basta""
Modo Ginóbili, no erro

Trafico y no soy narco

Tengo a lo' míos hablando italiano
De lunes a viernes solo comen pasta
Tengo a mis hater' diciéndome "basta"
Modo Ginóbili, no erro

exacto'
No se me hunde el barco
Trafico y no soy narco

Tengo a lo' míos hablando Italiano
De lunes a viernes solo comen pasta
Tengo a mis hater

That makes the haters lose their pasta
Hasta la Vista
I'd hate to meet you and your papa

Ha ah ah ah La la la
Well can you hear the echo
Sipping

on the tomatoes
I think it's just my make though
I think Ill add the Panko
Mixing haters up like pasta, you're just afraid o sauce though
got the bars that  will

Doberman
CTDS la timba, heavyweights
Si no tienes pasta no eres opp, solo un hater
No has largao' un paquete en tu vida, ¿por qué mientes?
De esas

En mi side 
No miro hacia atrás 
Hater on the Block 
Other side 
Te quiero encontrar 
Guarda la pasta 
Look a round 
Dime dónde vas 
Estación Lunar

through my veins
El Mundo Es Mi casa
Turning Ramen into pasta
Can’t nobody tell me nada

I hit the gas, hit 100, in the fast lane
With fuego and ice flowing

gar nicht)
Pasta mit Scampis
Parkplatz mit Junkies (le-le)

Bratan, komm, wir rollen (hol die Paper)
Bratan, komm, wir rollen (fick die Hater

It's ya boy, Joey Bread, get my name right
Eating pasta and pussy in the same night
This ain't Drake vs. Pusha, that shit's rap light
I could run

The money turned me into a monster
The money turned my noodles into pasta
The money turned my tuna into lobster
They want to do me I'mma do it like

The money turned me into a monster
The money turned my noodles into pasta
The money turned my tuna into lobster
They want to do me I'mma do it like

Van wie is deze beat

Ik ben met jongens van de zan9a zan9a
En ze brokkelen die ganja ganja
En ze komen voor je pasta pasta
Als ze komen is het basta

LadyK a Monster, eat this beat like it's pasta
Had to change my roster, friends turned to imposter
Sonning rappers like foster, crack ya shell like

(Honey)
Nigga, no quemo billete, ja (-llete) (ey)
Fumo prensado en mi cuadra, ey (Cuadra)
Estoy ignorando a los haters, uh (yeah) (Haters)
Sentado

You only get one chance, one shot
Put me on stage I’m a rockstar (Rockstar)
Shaking my dreads like a Rasta (Rasta)
To the haters talking shit no

zabraknie słońca nam

This one's for the haters (this one goes for the haters)
We ghetto creators (we ghetto creators)
And we nah give a fuck if you like us

Pastas que alteran mi sistema
Relax con mis Gs, llevamos la weed
Después hacemos otro tema
Me tomo unas pills son de rivotril 
Pastas que alteran mi

Niggas know I am a rockstar
Shaking my head like a rasta
Smoking this gang ganja
Niggas really want my sauce
Boy you not touching this pasta
Hold up, wait

La quiero sin queso, y con mostaza
Vine re puesto, tengo mi grasa
Tengo mi ganjah, feel like a rasta
Panzita llena, comiendo pasta
Ah yeah wa wa wa

catering 
Friendly competition with my peers ain't on no hater shit 
But why the fuck you playing then if you ain't tryna play to win
At the end of the day

yo haters

Me los pulo con facilidad ¡golea!
Gano al que se pega y a su squad ¡pelea!
Llegué con musicalidad
Sin pasta ni pivas pa vacilar, no hay