Correction Paroles Pablo & Blanco par Dave East

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You know, uh, Pablo and Blanco
El Chapo and Escobar
From the bottom but we took it very far
Oh, n***as b*t*hing, they going through menopause
Let off some shots, watch them drop then we spinning off

This money I'm peeling off
Dope in my pocket
I bust down a bracelet and load up this rocket
Slug hit his middle and opened a mosh pit
I'm plugged with the plug, I can get you exotic

I'm plugged with the plug, sh*t I feel like a socket
Fresh out the court, see my name on the docket
Give a f**k about the vest n***as, aim at your noggin
Water my neck, should get paid by Dasani

Lil' mami a baddie, she stripped in perfections
Was throwing her legs up in different directions
You not from the way then don't visit my section
It's high level rap when you sit in these sessions

Yeah, I did a bid but I didn't learn my lesson
I still be with killers, a lot of aggression
Put a note on his body, that way he could die with a message
Switch up on the family, that's out of the question

It's Pablo and Blanco
Blanco and Pablo
Run down on the whip and get smoked like a fronto
Slide with a model
She f**k, suck, and swallow
A M worth of game, I be feeling like wallo

I might be in Boston, I might be in Harlem
She kept falling for me, I call that b*t*h autumn
Know he might have died in that moment we caught him
The f**k is you talking? Oh, my kind don't make it that often

We straight to the garden
Kicks on the floor
R.I.P. Pop, I been dripped in Dior
Gravy the seats 'cause I really been eatin'
Pistol is Russian, the whip European

Pablo and Blanco, you'd think it's the Narcos
That Bentley all black, did it, may look like charcoal
I'm back in the hood getting drunk at Ricardo's
Got used to the murders, it's hard to feel sorrow
Dead pop at the liquor store, I had to borrow a bottle
Tryna hide from the cameras, got caught with a model
I talk to God then I talk to Diablo
Won't run out of powder, this is Pablo and Blanco

Swear 'round these potholes
Wrist is colossal
We slid out of barcode
Cartier shades or a Gucci the goggles
Came up selling sh*t you could toot in your nostrils
Touchdown in the trenches then flew to the tropics
Big ice on my neck right in front of the projects
Run up a bag 'til we die, that's the motto
Pablo and Blanco, it's Blanco and Pablo

Came up selling sh*t you could shoot in your veins
Pulled up with no flag but they knew I was gang
I pulled up with powder, they knew it was 'caine
Got this eight series swerving in two different lanes
This sh*t got lit, once Flex and Clue knew my name
He ratted, they blew out his brain
Keep moving this weight, put some blue in the chain
Was popping them Perkys to move through the pain

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