Lyrics:
day one
Almost had it all then the day comes
When they walking through your house with the strap out
Pointing at your head, got the bread then you
Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin
FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin
They call that shit a crime? Yo that shit's a joke
Hit record on my dope
When I go out!
I'm going all the way in
We bark back like wounded pitbulls off the chain
Stress got me going insane
There no time to regret
Let go
your girls bring some more
liquor by the bar she a kisser I'm the call
Come on baby got a flight waiting heading out on tour
Venezuela (Ooo) Himalayas
that a drip
Call em pocket change, they two faced
Keep choppas on me cause I'm cutting snakes
See a forked tongue and I hear a hiss
Call my pitbull, we
part for another day
'Cause most of these niggas still need some game (Hey you nigga out the way you still Need some game)
Changing these flows like I'm
they turning us into targets
I'm f***ing wit em if he sticking to the code
Bilingual in blood all dem foreigns n****s drove
I was smart enough to know
on the record
Recorded by the legions with Jesus hovering
Warrin' with your Caesar, fade who we ducking it
Call 'em how we sees 'em, measure the applause
in the air
Yeah, no different than the weed that I share
Good vibes coming by
Fuck misery, don't ask me why
Stubborn as can be, don't worry G
Promise,
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
(ay)
(check it out)
You would too
If you knew
All the bull shit I been through
Been in this since 2002
Sitting in something powder blue
Fitting
talk to me, won't even hear it
Like wine on the floor stay away don't even smear it
I am bilingual, English and dinero are my tongues
I keep jumping
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
gone, nigga wrong Only out for the scrilla, that's my fetty, boss One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce Cross me you pay all costs here's one
to eat up
Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cause I knew you was
Talkin' that junk, punk, now Imma do you
The way you should be done, call you my son
Make you say
puerto Rican
Cuban you don't know the lingo
South of the Domingo
Had a homie named Domingo
I'm millennial bilingual
I can spit it any flow
Used to call
Slash, slash, hit 'em then I dash, boy
I do it by myself, no accomplice
And I'm pulling out the stick like Bop It
If I hear 'em talk shit, better stop it
You be the gleam in my eye girl, I need you right by my side
If you would leave I would cry girl, I can not handle good byes
I drink the water out
like a bengal give a fuck
Bout the hoe, kick her out, we can't mingle
Do this shit by myself with no help, bitch, I'm single
Gotta get to them chips,
fans
Place them nugs by yo nuts, good move
Swept that gnat gnat out the streets good dude
Could never do that, shit don't fit my groove
Nigga playing
memory is getting breastfed by the pitbull (what?)
I'm so busy shooting, I'm celibate
I'm moving like Meek Mill
Where you get them vibrating panties, is
the door
Instead a knocking i kept kicking hard
Until the hinges broke
Was sleeping now they woke
I like my women bilingual
Iny miny mo
Don't know which one
Let me show you how a trapper and a plug talk
Yeah, Migo know the skeelo
Quarter kilo for the cinco
Neff plug me in know we get it by the boat load
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