Dos Jefes (feat. Angelo Dorsey)

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Plug 'em in and put the payments on auto
Who the f*ck you know that move like Soprano's
Know I represent the 6, no Toronto
Got ya bitch and now she singing in vibrato
Call me Guapo, bring back all the Guap hoe
Don Angelo & Don Lo-Diano
Pay respects in the presence of a Huncho
Paint these pictures timeless nigga like Picasso
Cuban links it's a wonderful day
Nigga woke up rich and it's stuck that way
Every morning gotta make me a play
Tell my pretty Spanish mami gone make me a plate
Drop a thang on it
Put a name on it
If he coughing up them coins put a lame on it
Say what
They the best you know they eager to go
They be coming out they pockets 'fore they get to the door
We don't pitch no cane
We don't got no green
We don't sell no drugs
We don't serve no fiends
What the f*ck you think
What you f*ck you mean
Earned income baby don't accuse me of anything
Self-made lil buddy call me big homie
Wanna talk, better be about some big money
Type to make 'em put they foot in they mouth
I'mma bonafide boss got it straight out the South
Had to euro-step it up on these niggas call me Ginobli
Slicing up these bullshit deals like I'm Shinobi
I done put in plenty of years you niggas owe me
Better add a couple more zeros when you approach me
Top shotta sippin' top shelf
Independent you did not help
Play by my own rules
Feed my family every time I write a masterpiece
It worked dramatically we overcame a tragedy
Now look at what you started
You always get outsmarted
Just when you thought you caught us
Pockets full of white men departed
Dos Jefes better get with the campaign
G's move in silence and sit on top of the food chain
Known to ball f*ck a maintain
Sliding 2020 PB guts the wrap Mayonnaise
I'm the one to show you things you've never seen huh
Got way more stripes than the Adidas
Now they looking up they wanna be us
Tryna get in touch they hollerin' feed us
You know we just not the same
I put my whole damn team on
Know why you ain't in the game
Coz' we ain't never trust no, one
Plug 'em in and put the payments on auto
Who the f*ck you know that move like Soprano's
Know I represent the 6, no Toronto
Got ya bitch and now she singing in vibrato
Call me Guapo, bring back all the Guap hoe
Don Angelo & Don Lo-Diano
Pay respects in the presence of a Huncho
Paint these pictures timeless nigga like Picasso
Ex-hoe yeah she used to call me Chapo
We don't do no stick shifts we only ride in auto
Just in case a nigga gotta clutch up on the auto
Smoke a pussy nigga you can call the shit Gelato
Young an kickin' shit you could call a nigga Ronaldo
Smokin' on a opp like we smokin' on a fronto
We trappin' out the back but we slangin' thru the front door
Cashapp, Zelle, you could send it thru the Venmo
Chain smokin' indoor you can't see up in my tint though
Keep playing with me I'mma make you repent hoe
Playing with my status I'mma go and send my kinfolk
I'mma takedown artist still known to pull a kick door
One hoe, two hoe, favorite number three
Fuckin' on yo main thot puffin on some weed
She left her main nigga want to come and f*ck a G
Got ya bitch screaming God while she praying on her knees
Wasn't the same as it was when I met ya
'Member being locked down writing all them letters
Now you doing strange shit for some leather
Told ya baby girl yeah you could've did better
You ain't did shit but, start a Vendetta
Knocking hoes down like a nigga Mayweather
Gave me ya heart and expect to protect ya
Kicked ya out my house yeah I had to eject ya
Now look at what you started
You always get outsmarted
Just when you thought you caught us
Pockets full of white men departed
Dos Jefes better get with the campaign
G's move in silence and sit on top of the food chain
Known to ball f*ck a maintain
Sliding 2020 PB guts the wrap Mayonnaise
I'm the one to show you things you've never seen huh
Got way more stripes than the Adidas
Now they looking up they wanna be us
Tryna get in touch they hollerin' feed us
You know we just not the same
I put my whole damn team on
Know why you ain't in the game
Coz' we ain't never trust no, one

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Written by: Aaron Dorsey, David Lizcano Jr.

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