[Verse 1: Eminem ]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobеrmann said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Bеast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
'Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop



[Chorus: BBN Booda]
Pablo
Iwanna grind like Pablo
Get the money like Pablo
Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro
خليه يقول اللي في خاطرو
عامل قوي محد جابرو
Tranquilo انا هنا ناطرو
هو فضيخة انا ساترو
Escobar call me pablo
في فلوس we no way
Going global what you say
Ship it to any day
فلوس كتيرة ولا شيء

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
That Kel-Tec kick, hit you in your neck, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
New Kel-Tec, bitch, hit you in your neck, uh, uh, uh
Disrespect then I'm gon' take your breath, uh, uh, uh
In the trap, whip crack and crystal meth, uh, uh, uh
In a sec', intercept, cut your stom', case you say shit
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my blick
On that gun is a dick, I'm gon' fuck your face with it
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my glick
On my gun is a dick, I'm gon' fuck your face with it, uh
And her pussy wet, huh, just like a slip n' slide
She gon' let me fuck, huh, yeah, I get inside
Chopper heat seeker, run, but you can't hide
Police on my ass, buckle up, let's go for a ride, ayy
Codeine with the Percs, take too many, feel like I'ma die, ayy
I can't go out like that, ain't tryna make my mama cry, ayy
Chopper with a thirty in that, I pull up on him, leave him traumatized, ayy
I can change anything, got them Obama eyes, ayy

[Chorus: BBN Booda]
Tranquilo
بيع هنا بالكيلو
احكيلو
يجي بدون زميلو
حشيلو
ورميه جوه برميلو
انا hero
لاكن بديت من الزيرو 0
Pablo
Wanna grind like Pablo
Get the money like Pablo
Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro
خليه يقول اللي في خاطرو

[Verse 3: Post Malone]
G-Wagen, G-Wagen, G-Wagen, G-Wagen
All the housewives pullin’ up (Up, up)
I got a lot of toys, 720S bumpin' Fall Out Boy
You was talkin' shit in the beginning (Mm-mm)
Back when I was feelin' more forgivin' (More forgivin')
I know it piss you off to see me winnin' (See me winnin')
See the igloo in my mouth when I be grinnin’ (I be grinnin’), yeah
Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me
Hunnid deep when I roll like the army
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It’s a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow)
Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (On me)
Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (Know me)
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It’s a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow)

[Chorus: BBN Booda ] 
انا بابلو
فقول لي قول لي انت مين
كنت ساترو
لكن بالجابس بنصب ليهو كمين
لسا ناطرو لاكن لو يتأخر بلف يمين
محد جابرو
بس مايعملي فيها تخين
ماتعمل فيها بتاع شوارع
بناكلك زي الكوارع
عامل فيها شفت بارع
فات الماضي هنا مضارع



[Verse 4: XXXTENTACION]
Fuck on a bitch, make her water water
Super duper super slaughter sister (Hey)
Fuck on the bitch ain't no huggin’, no kissin' (Damn)
Ain't no cussin’, bout to beat up your (Ahh)
Beat it up, beat it up, Hannibal (Yeah)
Make the pussy the new cancer (Ayy)
Fuck me, suck me, beat it down for daddy
I'ma lick the fatty, I'ma dive in
My wrist fat like my K (Uh)
When I'm in the pussy, I'm rápido
I got the diamonds from Africa
I could pay ya momma car note
I'm on my rebound right now
Slob on my knob like a waterfall (Ew)
I'll pull up, slaughter your daughter
Keep her mind right like I'm a Tylenol

[Verse 5: Drake]
Again and again, again and again
Yeah
Yo
Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain
And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama
Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna
Used to do lean and Wock'
Closet filled up with designer, comin' like Panda, Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard drill in Atlanta
Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza
Habibti please, ana akeed, inti wa ana ahla
With Pop Skull in Gaza, but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza
N***as want peace like Cassava
But we let bridge dem burn like grabba
Woi
Four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting for the picture
You man shoulda buss that ting already
You man love hezi', hezi'
Yeah, can't backchat to the Prezi'
Know when the beef just taste like veggie?
Gyal go Ritz for the mani-pedi
CC bag look nice, but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
That's just a big gyal ting, man, you get me?
Raemi just turned mommy, and that's my sis, so I just turned abti
Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me, I swear that touched me
I never even drive no whips I own, so they all look way too dusty
If me and Gallest go St. Michael, the gyal come way too fussy, crushy
Man said they would do this and that, but the man wasn't really that wassi, was he?
Nah, nah, nah, the man wasn't really that what?
One-nine-four-two hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me love me
Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me
Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me
Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big, my gyal don't rush me
Woi
Don't make me have to rise my rifle
Man try send some young boys for me, don't make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been droppin' lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, don't make me have to buy my hype too
Dealt with the big homie already, don't make me have to side-by-side you
Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
Amnesia but when I remind you
I'm touchin' road and I can't find you
Word to the M-O-B I'm tied to
I'm givin' up when I decide to, jheeze


[Chorus: BBN Booda ]
Pablo
فات الماضي هنا مضارع
Pablo
Iwanna grind like Pablo
Get the money like Pablo
Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro
خليه يقول اللي في خاطرو

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