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Narcos Lyrics - Artist : Lil 2z
(DJ Lil Sprite, hit)
Niggas scream they ridin' '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 sellin' 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 trippin', 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 runnin' back I think I'm the shit, so I'm feelin' like some asscheeks They know I ain't lettin' 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 fuckin' with you last week Ain't a damn thing changed, bitch, 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 fuck with these niggas, '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 bitch right in reverse like I'm Terry Niggas scream they ridin' '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 sellin' dope day and night like the narcos We gon' hit him up tonight and book a flight tomorrow |
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