LIKE PABLO

Yeah
Yeah
That Zoe shit you heard
Yeah Zoe Mafia

Yeah, uhh
Niggah
Niggah this that KYNG shit you heard
fuck niggas talking bout man

Yeah

Tell them niggas walk with me, uh
Or watch me stepping nigga
Either you with me or against me ain't no question, nigga
Z-O-E till I D-I-E and it's a blessing uh
Can't be fuckin' around with anybody that's a peasant
I'm like, uh-uh, yeah, yeah uh-uh
Hell nah, uh-uh, yeah, yeah uh-uh
Nah-nah, yeah, say

Lately, I've been trapping got me feelin' like Pablo
Yeah, I'm in and out the States it ain't a place I can't go, uh

Say, I'm in and out the States it ain't a place I can't go
Stretching shit like Play-Doh with my Vatos getting all the pesos
Sumn' like a stripper
She goes up and down the pole like yo-yo, so-so
She gave me that kitty, but that shit was so-so
Yeah, she gave me that kitty
But her neck was better, way too clever
She know what she's doing, put it on whoever
Spanish chick from Medellin
That tooly, she gon' let it sing like bang-bang
She the type to kick shit like Van Damme

Yeah, spend it like it ain't a thing
I been on to better things
Thankful for the blessing Pouring on me, Lord, let it rain
Pouring on me, Lord, let it rain

Yeah, say
Lately, I've been trapping feeling like I'm Pablo
Moving in and out the States it ain't a place I can't go
I look, like a ton of bricks
Getting all this bread
Fucking up a check I think it's getting to my head
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Lately, I've been trapping feeling like I'm Pablo
Moving in and out the States it ain't a place I can't go
I look, looking like a lick, yeah
Getting all this bread, yeah
Fucking up a check I think it's getting to my head
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fucking up a check I think it's getting to my head
Yeah, yeah, yeah



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