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Narcos

 

Narcos

(альбом: 2 Different Worlds - 2021)


(DJ Lil Sprite, hit)

Niggas scream they riding 'til we run into a pothole
Mexican bitch come over, we gon' fuck 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
Niggas sell they soul for a car and some mall clothes
I can't sell my soul 'cause my shit ain't got no barcode
We be selling dope day and night like the narcos
We gon' hit him up tonight and book a flight tomorrow

If this nigga tick me off, then we gon' X him like a tac-toe
Neighbors, they be tripping, so we gotta use the backdoor
We can make a fool of him like he was on the Shaq show
Skinny nigga, but I hold my weight like I'm a fat ho
I don't wanna fuck 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 bitch my heart, 'cause she gon' try to run with that
Whenever it get hard, they run away and then they running back
I think I'm the shit, so I'm feeling like some asscheeks
They know I ain't letting none of that pussy shit get past me
If I call you brother, all you gotta do is ask me
Niggas hate you now, but they was fucking with you last week
Ain't a damn thing changed, bitch, I still feel like I'm Tony
I remember we was chopping 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 missing somewhere in Bermuda
Like my eyes doing x-rays, I'm seeing right through you
I don't fuck with these niggas, 'cause all of 'em putos
I'm stuffing 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 bitch right in reverse like I'm Terry

Niggas scream they riding 'til we run into a pothole
Mexican bitch come over, we gon' fuck 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
Niggas sell they soul for a car and some mall clothes
I can't sell my soul 'cause my shit ain't got no barcode
We be selling dope day and night like the narcos
We gon' hit him up tonight and book a flight tomorrow

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