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Carlos Marcello

Carlos Joseph Marcello (Italian: [marˈtʃɛllo]; born Calogero Minacore [kaˈlɔːdʒero minaˈkɔːre]; February 6, 1910 – March 2, 1993) was an Italian-American crime boss of the New Orleans crime family from 1947 until the late 1980s. Aside from his role in the American Mafia, he is also notorious for the reason that G. Robert Blakey and others have alleged that Carlos Marcello, Santo Trafficante Jr., and Sam Giancana conspired in the 1963 assassination of U.S. President John F. Kennedy in retaliation for federal investigations and prosecutions that threatened both the power and the multibillion-dollar profits of organized crime. Strongly affiliated with the LeJeune, Broussard, and Trahan Families more »

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Oh wow
I'm in the cut just
You know I'm cooling
I'm smoking
Chilling with my boys and everything
You heard me
And out of the blue
I see something walk past me
You heard me
I'm like, I'm like, damn baby Who
Who you is, where
What's up
Ugh nasty
It's the walk for me
Expensive little bitch
Her talk ain't cheap
Baby lips so moist
Real wet when she talk
Ass move different
Off balance when she walk
She say her baby daddy a bitch And her boyfriend crazy
Freak when she home
But in the streets she lady
In school to be nurse
But she dance on occasions
No outside help
Take care of her own babies
The screams she faking
He swear that they in love
But it's love she chasing
Turn the stove off
Cause the oven ain't baking
She ain't, satisfied
Cause he, keep on lying
Oh yea She, see the signs
She in
Need of drink remixed with smoke
She too bad be stressed
And to smart to go broke
Her body ain't for sell
And her heart ain't for rent
And Every mirror in the world Tell her that she that bitch
She say she need a night out
To find out
If love gone love her once more
She say she sick of these niggas And what they lying bout
Her heart tired of playing tug of war
She just wants to get real cute
In her thigh high boots
Light a jay
Grab her keys and then slide
She wants to hear a little music With a feel good vibe
So she can work them hips and slow wine
Oh wine
Alot of self respect
Keeps her reality checked
Cause her pussy way to good And her throat is the best
Why stress about something That you can get rid of
Working sixty hours a week Just to keep your chin up
Her best bitch real loyal
Always there when she call
It's been a minute sinced she lived a little
Went out and balled
She say she clocking out at three
Hit the shop
Paint them feet
Nails already hitting and her hair real unique
She like ooh la la la cha cha baby
Tell the bartender to keep going
Cause I'm trying to get faded
It's some attention in the cut And they looking and staring
Spot light, spotted yea
She the only one dancing
Two step and then wine
Yea her vibe so fancy
Walking the shores of love While her feet getting sandy
Two shots, four shots
Uber on the number line
Speed dial, head dizzy
She really had a good time
She say she need a night out
To find out
If love gone love her once more
She say she sick of these niggas And what they lying bout
Her heart tired of playing tug of war
She just wants to get real cute
In her thigh high boots
Light a jay, grab her keys and then slide
She wants to hear a little music With a feel good vibe
So she can work them hips and slow wine
Oh wine
DJ make her wine
Hey DJ make her wine oh
Hey DJ make her wine oh

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