Correction Lyrics LITTLE CANTINA by Vita Flare

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I can't talk to a ratchet
If I show up, there's a bag involved
She wants my soul
Good luck, take it off, off, off
She loves partying and margaritas
Smoke up some devil's reefer
Nice to meet ya'

Yeah, told her you could do better
(Really, you could do a lot better, baby)
'Cause time goes tick, tick, tick
And you still ain't rich
And my bills ain't sh*t
And your deal ain't real
Just saying
I run it up, go crazy
You do the most, quit faking
I'm going ghost they hate me
And I know you mad at me but it's a Saturday
I'm at a club in Spain
Yo voy del noche a day

I can't talk to a ratchet
If I show up, there's a bag involved
She wants my soul
Good luck, take it off, off, off
She loves partying and margaritas
Smoke up some dеvil's reefer
Nice to meet ya'
I walk on tight ropes, light shows
Might go Christ-likе, cyclone, zeitgeist
I don't need the money, it's a bonus
I just really love to do my own sh*t, own sh*t
Lights, camera, we rolling
Baby, I just gotta keep the focus, focus
Sharp, sharp, sharp
Like a razor
Cars, cars (Mario)
I'ma play her

I can't talk to a ratchet
If I show up, there's a bag involved
She wants my soul
Good luck, take it off, off, off
She loves partying and margaritas
Smoke up some devil's reefer
Nice to meet ya'

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