Sage The Gemini, Trey Songz — Guantanamera

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Woah, woah
Woah, woah, yeah

She always complainin’, she say I’m a player (Damn, yeah)
Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters (To my haters, yeah)
Ballin’ at the gym, now who wanna play us? (Let’s go, yeah)
Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera (Hey, hey, hey, turn up)
Whoa, Guantanamera
Whoa, Guantanamera
Whoa, Guantanamera
Hey, hey, Guantanamera

Guantanamera, we in Venezuela
I don’t know her name but I know where she came from
House so big I can’t see my neighbors (I can’t see ’em)
I grab ’em and pass ’em, you try to save ’em, yeah
Whoa, Guantanamera
Ridin’ Audis through the hood, you know I be skatin’
Tiptoein’ in my Jordans soon as I lace ’em
Spent in all at the mall, it was Vuitton she lace ’em
Now I’ma go crazy, now baby, you know that your looks are deceivin’
I tell all these girl that I’m rich and don’t need ’em and no one believes me (They don’t believes me)
These niggas be mad, I be catchin’ their baby girl lookin’ and peeping
Take her home then I beat it ’til she sleepin’, sleepin’ (Hey, hey, hey, turn up)

She always complainin’, she say I’m a player (Damn)
Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters (To my haters)
Ballin’ at the gym, now who wanna play us? (Let’s go)
Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera (Hey, hey, hey, turn up)
Whoa, Guantanamera
Whoa, Guantanamera
Whoa, Guantanamera
Hey, hey, Guantanamera

Pull up in a Benz screamin’ «Fuck a hater» (Woo)
And nigga, I done caught your bitch on an elevator (Goin’ up)
Nigga, I done told your bitch I’ma fuck her later (Yea!)
And she gon’ only get this dick, not no fuckin’ paper (Nah!)
Vamanos, knock ’em all down like dominoes then I tell ’em adios
If you got a bad bitch and she suck a good dick
Better lock her pussy down and you call it Guantanamo
Huh, that pussy tryna run, call that cardio
This gon’ be a lot of fun, moon turn to the sun
We gon’ get it to tomorrow
Spend a couple car notes on a couple bottles
Yo the rich shit don’t end (Don’t end)
You don’t wanna roll all along, tell your homies come on
And it’s on, I’ma hit your friend (Hit your friend)
Uh, I’m cool with it if you cool with it
If you suck, spit and you drool with it
And I’ma be up in the hole all day
Guantanamo bay (Trey)

She always complainin’, she say I’m a player (Woah)
Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters (Oh, oh)
Ballin’ at the gym, now who wanna play us? (Play us)
Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera (Hey, hey, hey, turn up)
Whoa, Guantanamera (Uh, huh)
Whoa, Guantanamera (Uh, huh)
Whoa, Guantanamera (Uh, huh)
Hey, hey, Guantanamera