Lyrics:
cocinando pasta al dente y miso
En el garaje o en el piso
Sin aviso
Llegamos comemos y nos vamos pa' otro sitio
(Youh)
18th century mentality
Times changes
wake
She's reaping down souls, one for every flake
Throughout the ages, through centuries
She, mistress of customs of memories
Jesus did walk with women in a special way
This was odd for men in the first century
Look at God calling women to the ministry
Jesus did walk with
I poured Ciroc in my glass cuz I feel like me
I'm feeling down with myself cuz I know I'll be
One the best artists of the century
Just need me
He said i'm custom made from head to toe
Im alligator shoes
He said Im wearing a $15, 000 Rolex watch
You don't got one pal... Ha ha You haven't got
I knew when I was young, when December fifth comes
Black Pete's the one the kids are getting gifts from
This custom caused a shit storm, there's
Wondered the General
During those slow dances where
No one touched, no one touched
A position in Customs was a good secure job
Customs was a good
Roku provided the custom
I will be rapping till I kick the bucket
I'm watching anime even in public
Empire like czar know I'm gonna go far
Finessing
in the cobra clutch
Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs
Never underestimate niggas, or over trust them
yeah them M's is right in my
in the cobra clutch
Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs
Never underestimate niggas, or over trust them
yeah them M's is right in my
They think that illegal's a synonym for negro
Far away places, customs agents flagrant
They think the dark faces smuggle weight in they cases
Bags
Best lit entry of the century
Ooh
Bragga, ooh
Yo (brr)
I not going no small fete, let me extend my apology
Only big fete with big flag going
On the border.
In the village where I grew up
Nothing seems the same.
Still you never see the change
>From day to day.
No one notices the customs slip
In the village where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
Still you never see the change from day to day
And no-one notices the customs slip away
In the village where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
Still you never see the change from day to day
And no-one notices the customs slip away
In the village where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
Still you never see the change from day to day
And no-one notices the customs slip away
Centuries
I got drip just like the mother fucking kitchen sink broke
Cause I got that Jeeko
Jeeko that be my designer
Jeeko custom nike sliders
Shorty bad, I
it to offshore offices (No customs)
God forgive my part in this (Forgive me)
I should set examples but that part I often miss
I went to school became a man took
“The Highlands Breakdown”
(X. Salinazarmendaritz)
They were truly hard times.
People lived tied to the past.
Centuries-old Highlands
in a country
dats the real me
When you move too fast or go too slow
Just remember a king lion only get one shot
Yeah 21 century, a drama poetry
A new beginning
train someone else
Published in the 21st Century
By Michael Earth Osada so you can see
Your agreement to come in peace is what makes this
A safe place
centuries
Drive a rari to the Grammy
Fly from cali to Miami
Yves Saint Laurent suit on me alr got it dirty
New to the game Like a rookie
But I play it like
my bag, got bands, got bags rackin weights got racks
Custom merchandise, like I'm changin price tags
Now the public be callin Aunt Maggs, these words
got bags
Rackin weights, got racks, custom merchandise
Like I'm changin price tags now the public be callin me Aunt Maggs
These words my textbook, I be
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