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¿Que onda wey? No quema cuh So fuckin' can you chill out cuh Bo Bundy, Chingo Bling-o Uno, dos Toma unos veinticuatros Bo Bundy ridin' feelings with my vatos (Vatos?) Never been a boyfriend, out with Sancho (Oh Sancho?) Got a bad bitch fucked her in the rancho (In the rancho) Mama used to beat my ass with a gancho (Gancho?) Everywhere I go to ask if I'm a narco 'Cause I got all the struts on my socco (On my socco?) So much drip, bitch I'm made of charcoal (Out of charcoal?) Nah, soy vato We'll out to chase gato I mix my Picate with Tajin and Clamato Bad lil' bitch, but she love to eat tacos Got a couple friends, so I pulled up in my Tahoe All up in my cheese, you can call me vaquita All up in my barrio, you call me paquita We just ran by, let's go buy some fajitas Pulled up in my truck, yeah I'll go bajita This is for my northside beaners My cousin Pasadena White-washed Mexicans up in Texas see there Always mamacita From northern to Ameda Bombshells, bitches up to 45 feet-uh Got some more chaise, I just pulled out my heater Baby, I'm not a dog I'm a motherfuckin' cheetah Hella bitches 'round me They just follow the lead-ah Now your bitch gone, now you ask me if you seen her Uno, dos Toma unos veinticuatros Bo Bundy ridin' feelings with my vatos (Vatos?) Never been a boyfriend, out with Sancho (Oh Sancho?) Got a bad bitch fucked her in the rancho (In the rancho) Mama used to beat my ass with a gancho (Gancho?) Everywhere I go to ask if I'm a narco 'Cause I got all the struts on my socco (On my socco?) So much drip, bitch I'm made of charcoal (Out of charcoal?) Uno (Uno), dos (Dos), tres (Tres) Ahi te watch-o Feelin' fucked, gettin' jumped, little sapo It's Chingo Bling-o with the big tamarindo (Uh huh) ¿Quien es ese chico con el platano en lo sico? (tu-ru-ru) Tamales went viral, top of the charts (Ye) You ain't gotta wait 'til Christmas I'm whippin' 'em March (Uh huh) In 2001 I was covered in starch (Uh huh) I have masa in the lot, out the grocery carts (Mmm) ¿Que pasa? (Sas sas) Live with four wifes I was papa (Uhh) See us in the kitchen, that mean new shit droppin' (Ah) Zapatos Versace Rippin' the H Te aportas de ashes (Ay, ayy) The G's, los tacuaches Callate lo sico A rep for my people (Uh huh) I still got my wood and the boards from Home Depot (Tu-ru-ru) Everybody wearin' Capo hats It's like damn bro (Damn bro) I started that way back, no cap though Uno, dos Toma unos veinticuatros Bo Bundy ridin' feelings with my vatos (Vatos?) Never been a boyfriend, out with Sancho (Oh Sancho?) Got a bad bitch fucked her in the rancho (In the rancho) Mama used to beat my ass with a gancho (Gancho?) Everywhere I go to ask if I'm a narco 'Cause I got all the struts on my socco (On my socco?) So much drip, bitch I'm made of charcoal (Out of charcoal?)
Writer(s): Pedro Herrera Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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