Lyrics:
Stuck with open curls
Your mama was scared of the world,
It was born with a bang
I was stepping on sea shells
By the old Mission San Miguel
When a bell
Your love is all I need
I'm hanging by the tree
Girl I'm dying on the moon
Cause I'm in love with you
It happened like this he was a nobody trying to be
Don't Get Mad
Music and lyrics
Miguel Capelo
I love you more than anything
cnything at all
cnd if you give me
Just one chance
To show you how I
you for the benefit
Then continue to kill shit for the fuck of it
I see y'all been writin' still bitin', still lookin' lame
Half y'all niggas still
you out of time
This is crime by design
If the crown ain't mine tell me who am I behind
Yeah, I'm taking niggas' lunch money
Too bad, I was fucking
Down by the mission
San Miguel is a great house
Wherein dwell Don Carlos
And La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell
I work at the ranch, I saddle her mare
I
de fatiga con mi arma en su estuche
Encapuche pu, pu, puche
Capuche pu, pu, puche
Capuche
Ha Ah!
God bless the soul of Miguel Bailey
My first lady
And whenever i pass by i yell "check it out y'all"
Read the review on yelp
You want big pimpin, mr. bling bling can help
Get a grill to give the females thrills
I'm on the mic I represent all colors
Last summer, I escaped from an asylum,
You know the three digits, BITCH you better dial 'em
No matter where
through that dress
And the way you rub my shoulders when I'm feeling stressed
Love your patience, how you're never in a hurry
Like Miguel, this a sure
yeah (whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Miguel, whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
I don't wanna fall in love (I don't wanna
you for the benefit
Then continue to kill shit for the fuck of it
I see y'all been writin' still bitin', still lookin' lame
Half y'all niggas still
I'm on the mic I represent all colors
Last summer, I escaped from an asylum,
You know the three digits, BITCH you better dial 'em
No matter where
I'm on the mic I represent all colors
Last summer, I escaped from an asylum,
You know the three digits, BITCH you better dial 'em
No matter where
ain't get to see em
At least maybe 8 years have gone by
Since I been in Paso Robles for a reason
I'm missin' Templeton for my old friends
A-Town can choke
by your side
Experience it all
I wanna live to ninety six
Be an internet sensation
Have some patience in my dick
For once
First base focused
You could
tech shoot in slo-mo (slo-mo)
I'm tipsy riding shotgun in the Volvo
My shit punch like Miguel Cotto
(Let's go) Who went from whippin' soft O's
This is the tale about Michael
Grew up to be nobody from
The dirty streets of Columbia
South Carolina this is
The tale told by Savage Bros
Lord Lhus
Do it all for the fam
I do it all for the fam - do it all for the fam
Got overdue payments
Gimme that shit gotta pay rent
Need a whole lot more than
they did to mess with my mind
So now I'm focused on my future built myself by design
Through meditation I been facing all that hurt I been hiding
It's
Fleur De Lys
Summer Solstice
& San Miguel be my guardian angel
When my head up there ain't no task that I can't do
Lions getting mangled by hyenas
sexy in dem leggings
She live by the code for her city she reppin
She work hard for her own she ain't leaving her weapon no
Big Glock 40 by her side she
wait, wait
My head is all over the place right now
We got this, let's go
It's not at all your fault
You made more perfect by your faults
Now, this
Apologize by Miguel Fasa
I didn’t think I’d ever see your eyes
Fading away in the sunrise
I didn’t wanna let you leave my life
No, No
Never knew
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