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Letra : Narcos
(DJ Lil Sprite, hit)
n***as scream they ridin' 'til we run into a pothole
Mexican b*t*h come over, we gon' f**k and she make tacos
I can only beef about the cheese like some nachos
I just got a spot on Hampton right there by the vatos
n***as sell they soul for a car and some mall clothes
I can't sell my soul 'cause my sh*t ain't got no barcode
We be sellin' dope day and night like the narcos
We gon' hit him up tonight and book a flight tomorrow
If this n***a tick me off, then we gon' X him like a tac-toe
Neighbors, they be trippin', so we gotta use the backdoor
We can make a fool of him like he was on the Shaq show
Skinny n***a, but I hold my weight like I'm a fat ho
I don't wanna f**k with them, 'cause they give me informant vibes
I done been stabbed all in my back like I'm a porcupine
Me, a couple guns, and my cousins, that's my entourage
Put me by a million dollars, I bet I'ma camouflage
Put me by a million dollars, I be I'ma double that
I ain't see nobody fall, so we gon' have to double back
I can't give that b*t*h my heart, 'cause she gon' try to run with that
Whenever it get hard, they run away and then they runnin' back
I think I'm the sh*t, so I'm feelin' like some asscheeks
They know I ain't lettin' none of that pu**y sh*t get past me
If I call you brother, all you gotta do is ask me
n***as hate you now, but they was f**kin' with you last week
Ain't a damn thing changed, b*t*h, I still feel like I'm Tony
I remember we was choppin' weenies up in macaroni
Had to eat a bowl of cereal, fry you some bologna
We only talked for thirty minutes, how the hell you think you know me?
Thank God that I made it this far, hallelujah
My heart done went missin' somewhere in Bermuda
Like my eyes doin' x-rays, I'm seein' right through you
I don't f**k with these n***as, 'cause all of 'em putos
I'm stuffin' exotic in these honey berries
I been in that water like Spongebob and Gary
Pop at they ass, I hope all of 'em buried
Then put that b*t*h right in reverse like I'm Terry
n***as scream they ridin' 'til we run into a pothole
Mexican b*t*h come over, we gon' f**k and she make tacos
I can only beef about the cheese like some nachos
I just got a spot on Hampton right there by the vatos
n***as sell they soul for a car and some mall clothes
I can't sell my soul 'cause my sh*t ain't got no barcode
We be sellin' dope day and night like the narcos
We gon' hit him up tonight and book a flight tomorrow
n***as scream they ridin' 'til we run into a pothole
Mexican b*t*h come over, we gon' f**k and she make tacos
I can only beef about the cheese like some nachos
I just got a spot on Hampton right there by the vatos
n***as sell they soul for a car and some mall clothes
I can't sell my soul 'cause my sh*t ain't got no barcode
We be sellin' dope day and night like the narcos
We gon' hit him up tonight and book a flight tomorrow
If this n***a tick me off, then we gon' X him like a tac-toe
Neighbors, they be trippin', so we gotta use the backdoor
We can make a fool of him like he was on the Shaq show
Skinny n***a, but I hold my weight like I'm a fat ho
I don't wanna f**k with them, 'cause they give me informant vibes
I done been stabbed all in my back like I'm a porcupine
Me, a couple guns, and my cousins, that's my entourage
Put me by a million dollars, I bet I'ma camouflage
Put me by a million dollars, I be I'ma double that
I ain't see nobody fall, so we gon' have to double back
I can't give that b*t*h my heart, 'cause she gon' try to run with that
Whenever it get hard, they run away and then they runnin' back
I think I'm the sh*t, so I'm feelin' like some asscheeks
They know I ain't lettin' none of that pu**y sh*t get past me
If I call you brother, all you gotta do is ask me
n***as hate you now, but they was f**kin' with you last week
Ain't a damn thing changed, b*t*h, I still feel like I'm Tony
I remember we was choppin' weenies up in macaroni
Had to eat a bowl of cereal, fry you some bologna
We only talked for thirty minutes, how the hell you think you know me?
Thank God that I made it this far, hallelujah
My heart done went missin' somewhere in Bermuda
Like my eyes doin' x-rays, I'm seein' right through you
I don't f**k with these n***as, 'cause all of 'em putos
I'm stuffin' exotic in these honey berries
I been in that water like Spongebob and Gary
Pop at they ass, I hope all of 'em buried
Then put that b*t*h right in reverse like I'm Terry
n***as scream they ridin' 'til we run into a pothole
Mexican b*t*h come over, we gon' f**k and she make tacos
I can only beef about the cheese like some nachos
I just got a spot on Hampton right there by the vatos
n***as sell they soul for a car and some mall clothes
I can't sell my soul 'cause my sh*t ain't got no barcode
We be sellin' dope day and night like the narcos
We gon' hit him up tonight and book a flight tomorrow
