Lyrics:
got us
Those of a rare breed
Never seen nothin' like this
Black version of Pesci
Yeah, nigga
I'm Leonidas
Pinero
You know what's up
Bet I make
the personality, but I like the cadence
I have fun on record like Harry Pinero I give them man entertainment
And guys wanna talk, 'bout "you don't know this that." I
shoot or get shot
But Pinero's not
Gon' fuck with these fuck niggas or air those Lox
It's real hard to sleep when its money on the mind and
Murder
shoot or get shot
But Pinero's not
Gon' fuck with these fuck niggas or air those Lox
It's real hard to sleep when its money on the mind and
Murder
Pistolero Pazzy! Mi hermano!
Chris Rivers, Pinero The Ghost listen, yeah
This Guerrilla rap right here, life in a box
Keep a razor under the tongue
And slice
holes cocked
Now I don't wanna shoot or get shot
But Pinero's not
Gon' f with these f nz or air those Lox
It's real hard to sleep when it's
Money
a box of Ls
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first
a box of Ls
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first
Me dicen pinero
De la vieja historia
Y vengo desde
El ranchito de huixiopa
Rumbo a Sinaloa
Chihuahua y Durango
Conozco muy bien
El
pinero any further questions, just speak to the barrel
We don't care
Cuban link, Rollie affair
Ruthless and blowing smoke in the air
Freaky women
a hole, nigga, and use one of them
Or look at your hands 'cause you could lose one of them
Perico, Pinero, Montega Jada
Nicest premiere (nice), took 'em
pinero any further questions, just speak to the barrel
We don't care
Cuban link, Rollie affair
Ruthless and blowing smoke in the air
Freaky women
and Stapleton, Ghostface co-signed me (Killah)
Tony Stark, Pablo, Esco, Pinero
In a room full of weirdos, plottin' to rob 'em like DeNiro
I'm not no hero
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be doin'
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be
courtroom
*Our next case, your honor
United States versus David Style
AKA Ghost
AKA the Phantom
AKA Pinero
He's being charged with an 848 and a 922G*
envy
Envy, pree my Givenchy
They didn't think that I had it in me
Harry wan' pin-up Pinero
I gave him a chunk of the dark, no Filly
Just left, she
está hecho un chef piñeiro
Ando con Farru en la Uru'
Por la avenida piñero
Y dos brasileñas que las toca'
Y le' chorrea el Rio de Janeiro
Spicy,
cubrió
que yo le pego un gargajo al viento que te acarició
tu bandera americana
cañonera del mundo.
Miguel Piñero
launchin’ out the barrel
Drop poems off the top of the dome like Miguel Pinero
Grandma said she saw Jesus cleanin’ up the espejo
Espero que un dia sea el mero
a twos
Do it on the stairs like Harry Pinero
Done it all over the house Skepta
Mortal combat freezing subzero
Nicolas Tesla, I’m the inventor
Walk
nice,
Mek my heart go vroom boom
Butterflies in her womb
You remember
That word K dot
Pinero beats in the playground
How many beats
Man sprayed
Exposa'
Latin legend no Pinero
Gods Chosen
Put my money where my mouth is
Why you think I'm bousin'?
Floodin' livin' water like the father is a fountain
Directa del infierno trayeron
En la cama me dice Chef piñero
Porque sabe como entra el sazón en el agujero de ese pollo entero
Ella esta de bandazo
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