Lyrics

No, no, look (which one of these inputs is the fucking mic) Girls and the chicks and the drugs and the whips And the Fords and the broads, man, I just don't know Hated my friends 'cause they wanted me dead And I know that I'm lost, that I just can't cope and Ooh, oh-oh Los narcos (I'm sexy, ah-ah, I'm sexy, ah) (I'm sexy, ah-ah, I'm sexy, ah) Hell is for free And I know there's space for me With my tongue and my cheeks Man, I just won't grow up (huh) Bags in her eyes And the lines make it right And I know that she's mine And I just can't throw up Ooh, oh-oh Los narcos Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (I'm sexy, ah-ah, I'm sexy, ah) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (I'm sexy, ah-ah, I'm sexy, ah) Aah (Get the f-, get the f-, get the f-, get the f-) Kids going hard with their daddy's credit card Ki-ki-kids going hard with their daddy's credit card Kids going hard with their daddy's credit card Get the fuck up out the yard Man, you just don't know, oh Drugs ain't for free Every toilet, every beach Every park, every leech Man, I can't stay sober Ooh, oh-oh Los narcos Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, aah Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Get the f- Ooh, oh-oh Los narcos Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, aah Ooh, oh-oh Los narcos
Writer(s): Edison Boon Eason, Julian Bunetta, Peace Okezie, Sherwyn Nicholls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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