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Thug Bachata
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Thug Bachata was released on April 20, 2018 by Mutant Academy as a part of the album Backyard Boogie
April 20, 2018
LabelMutant Academy
LanguageEnglish
BPM151
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Hey yo I'm power trippin'
That we're twistin'
Child, listen
Straight out then frisk me, blow money like we counterfeitin'
You found fritters to gas **** with bad intentions
You make a scene that remove **** from their position
Test moves with the stale face, and the truth was slippin'
Puny visit rapper, robbers round the richest ****, who'd you figure?
Pot in the gal when I test hash, brutality, moan
Still face the devil when you cut ties
Cross off when **** get cold, show this to bitches
Slip you open, lack of focus, when **** is out to trip it, mate
Peepin' on my brother's profits
And I don't care what you do, as long as they fill your pockets
He caught in the markets, this sucks
The double wife flow rap like trust
If I start putting condom on the mic that we fuck
Lube it up and burn the chord, gettin' seconds
Slaying lead 'til we ultraviolet like sunrays
I open the sector, sip nectar from the titty
Got the flower, need new blunt in the hour to get my mind right
Swear they said ain't even got a rah-right, yah
Yuh, what? What, ****?
Don't get so jaundiced, all this smokin' out the quarter
Flickin' keys across the border
Payin' for yesses with the boorish
Sprains won in my sex and NATO weapons secure, bless us
Scheme away to heaven minus a second
****, yah
I feel like Eddie Guerrero
What?
Remember your OG told you that shit, man
This one time, bro, we were having a fucking new fight
I try to fuck like that
And he pulled out, yah, motherfucking low rider and shit
Yah, that bitch onto us, smack them bitches, watch 'em
You remember that shit, 2006?
Yeah
Don't get so jaundiced, all that smokin' out the quarter
Flickin' keys across the border
Payin' for yesses with the boorish
Sprains won in my sex and NATO weapons secure, bless us
Scheme away, the heaven minus a second
****
Written by: Bradford Caudle, Frank Walton
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