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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