What you know about me, bitch I'm fly just like a bee
(Yea) I'm f*cking on your bitch, I'm a dog than she a flee (Woof)
Shoot like Reggie from the three but I'm Miami with the heat
(Yea) I been running shit, running shit without no cleats
(Aye Aye) Everything I say is fax (Fax Fax)
Everything you say is cap (Cap Cap)
Pull up on me where yo strap (Strap Strap)
Get to the money where the map
Where the map, where the cash got that shit stacked in the stash
Ima shoot I don't pass
I could see through you like glass
Whole lot of fakes in the grass, Ima cut bitch Ima slash
I was never good at math but I won't f*ck up counting cash (ChaChing)
If you want smoke let the choppa go chop (Aye)
Pull up on me and I bet you will not (Aye)
Putcho ass up like yo ass is a star
(Yea) My neck be shining you could see me from afar (Sheesh)
Im a beast I done broke of my leash
I dont f*ck with po police, we got a issue let me see
Guapo capitalize the G, kick yo shit like my name Lee
I can't even speak in French but that bitch a bon appétit (MMM)
New shoes on the feet Ima let the chop eat
Better plan out your retreat got a pistol ain't no Pete
I know all my bars elite Hall of Fame I got a seat
(Aye Aye Aye)
Hall of Fame I got a seat
You're a mouse you f*ckin squeak
I need a mill shoutout to Meek
All of my shit it's all unique
Shots you threw they incomplete
We gon put you on TV (Aye Aye)
Guapo only sixteen (Aye Aye)
Everything I say is fax (Fax Fax)
Everything you say is cap (Cap Cap)
Pull up on me where yo strap (Strap Strap)
Get to the money where the map (Map Map)
Where the map, where the cash got that shit stacked in the stash
Ima shoot I don't pass
I could see through you like glass (Aye Aye)
Whole lot of fakes up in the grass, Ima cut bitch Ima slash
I was never good at math but I won't f*ck up counting cash (Nah Nah)
Ima shoot I won't pass
Leave you see through like some glass
Whole lot of fakes up in the grass, Ima cut bitch Ima slash
I was never good at math but I won't f*ck up counting cash
ErikElGuapo - Where the Map Lyrics
ErikElGuapo - Where the Map Lyrics
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English
What you know about me, bitch I'm fly just like a bee
(Yea) I'm f*cking on your bitch, I'm a dog than she a flee (Woof)
Shoot like Reggie from the three but I'm Miami with the heat
(Yea) I been running shit, running shit without no cleats
(Aye Aye) Everything I say is fax (Fax Fax)
Everything you say is cap (Cap Cap)
Pull up on me where yo strap (Strap Strap)
Get to the money where the map
Where the map, where the cash got that shit stacked in the stash
Ima shoot I don't pass
I could see through you like glass
Whole lot of fakes in the grass, Ima cut bitch Ima slash
I was never good at math but I won't f*ck up counting cash (ChaChing)
If you want smoke let the choppa go chop (Aye)
Pull up on me and I bet you will not (Aye)
Putcho ass up like yo ass is a star
(Yea) My neck be shining you could see me from afar (Sheesh)
Im a beast I done broke of my leash
I dont f*ck with po police, we got a issue let me see
Guapo capitalize the G, kick yo shit like my name Lee
I can't even speak in French but that bitch a bon appétit (MMM)
New shoes on the feet Ima let the chop eat
Better plan out your retreat got a pistol ain't no Pete
I know all my bars elite Hall of Fame I got a seat
(Aye Aye Aye)
Hall of Fame I got a seat
You're a mouse you f*ckin squeak
I need a mill shoutout to Meek
All of my shit it's all unique
Shots you threw they incomplete
We gon put you on TV (Aye Aye)
Guapo only sixteen (Aye Aye)
Everything I say is fax (Fax Fax)
Everything you say is cap (Cap Cap)
Pull up on me where yo strap (Strap Strap)
Get to the money where the map (Map Map)
Where the map, where the cash got that shit stacked in the stash
Ima shoot I don't pass
I could see through you like glass (Aye Aye)
Whole lot of fakes up in the grass, Ima cut bitch Ima slash
I was never good at math but I won't f*ck up counting cash (Nah Nah)
Ima shoot I won't pass
Leave you see through like some glass
Whole lot of fakes up in the grass, Ima cut bitch Ima slash
I was never good at math but I won't f*ck up counting cash
(Yea) I'm f*cking on your bitch, I'm a dog than she a flee (Woof)
Shoot like Reggie from the three but I'm Miami with the heat
(Yea) I been running shit, running shit without no cleats
(Aye Aye) Everything I say is fax (Fax Fax)
Everything you say is cap (Cap Cap)
Pull up on me where yo strap (Strap Strap)
Get to the money where the map
Where the map, where the cash got that shit stacked in the stash
Ima shoot I don't pass
I could see through you like glass
Whole lot of fakes in the grass, Ima cut bitch Ima slash
I was never good at math but I won't f*ck up counting cash (ChaChing)
If you want smoke let the choppa go chop (Aye)
Pull up on me and I bet you will not (Aye)
Putcho ass up like yo ass is a star
(Yea) My neck be shining you could see me from afar (Sheesh)
Im a beast I done broke of my leash
I dont f*ck with po police, we got a issue let me see
Guapo capitalize the G, kick yo shit like my name Lee
I can't even speak in French but that bitch a bon appétit (MMM)
New shoes on the feet Ima let the chop eat
Better plan out your retreat got a pistol ain't no Pete
I know all my bars elite Hall of Fame I got a seat
(Aye Aye Aye)
Hall of Fame I got a seat
You're a mouse you f*ckin squeak
I need a mill shoutout to Meek
All of my shit it's all unique
Shots you threw they incomplete
We gon put you on TV (Aye Aye)
Guapo only sixteen (Aye Aye)
Everything I say is fax (Fax Fax)
Everything you say is cap (Cap Cap)
Pull up on me where yo strap (Strap Strap)
Get to the money where the map (Map Map)
Where the map, where the cash got that shit stacked in the stash
Ima shoot I don't pass
I could see through you like glass (Aye Aye)
Whole lot of fakes up in the grass, Ima cut bitch Ima slash
I was never good at math but I won't f*ck up counting cash (Nah Nah)
Ima shoot I won't pass
Leave you see through like some glass
Whole lot of fakes up in the grass, Ima cut bitch Ima slash
I was never good at math but I won't f*ck up counting cash
Writer: Erik Estrada
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