Lyrics:
Cadejo, oh, the night calls your name, In the heart of the Honduran wild, it's all just a game. (Verse 2) The moon hangs low, like a ghost on the rise,
rural song from Honduras is about inviting the people of honduran villages to dance and party.
Four bullets for Berta Cáceres Berta Cáceres was a Honduran indigenous Environmental rights campaigner, an activist Fighting for her land, for
Clean shoes, nice tie Honduran cigar, A sharp dressed man for Tony Montana’s pack He bit my bitch he tried to stab her I picked up my pistol under my
Chorus Lemme get the foreign In a foreign whip with a bad bitch she Honduran Ooo, I just crashed the foreign It ain't nothing buy anotha
of a Honduran I'm gonna, ooh engage in capitalism Even more than I currently do Break free from the social shackles (ooh, push over an old woman) Break free from
bow down I just pulled up in a foreign Passenger seat, with a bad Ecuadoran Sitting in the back is a slick Honduran Better warn a friend That the King's
Bounty on the head of a Honduran lady of the night Amerindian outlaw hunting for a cheap whore Isn't it a sight for eyes so sore The streets aren't
addicted to nicotine, you the girl of my dreams A bad Honduran body with the pretty face Of a queen I want you to be my lady but you out here playin'
Bad honduran hoe, and she look just like a fuckin' model And she like to sip, she sippin' on Moscato And he like to talk shit, I fill him up with
that’s all for me Know you’re horny Big body Dripping on Dasani Honduran so she call me papi Level me up some I’m feeling godly It’s a vibe, it’s a set
room for us all This isn't just your land We'll tear down your wall Gabriela was born in Planeta Honduran district of San Pedro Sula Rival gangs,
just wear Honduran socks Skate or die your way around town Black death gothic fashions drag the world down Those little rappers wear their clothes
a Honduran at the border has her children taken by government agents And given to a White couple at your church And you don't see their faces No you don't see
on the breeze, it calls to me and you, The Honduran Emerald dances, in the morning dew. (Chorus) Oh, little bird, spread your wings so wide, In the thorny
I let my mind travel I'm the judge gavel That's the final word Honduran emerald ima rare bird I see yo niggas ain't solid gas you up til you liquid
to LA for a week Playboi Carti I been rolling for a week But I'm just getting started Oh she Honduran got a boyfriend That's normal to me Said I want you
and deadly, but you know you peep her I ain't playing with you either I'ma serve every dish ether Honduran mami, Garifuna Switched it all up and still a keeper
are flies that fly around Honduran cheese Looks real good But just one bite destroys the food Is the problem you Or is it me? Cause I think I like
woman, woman Hair so curly, skin Honduran Growing up I felt so foolish Normal never really cut it Woman, woman, woman, woman Hair so soft, your leaves are
they just wear Honduran socks Skate or die your way around town Black death gothic fashion's gonna drag the world down Those little rappers wear their
but im here though.. Pistolero Mariachi Hero, Honduran Maduro, You Niggaz Sweet Like Churro.. To weak to Be Forthright, Elite or the Boss type, Offbeat
it two exclusive models Foreign hoes one Honduran and the other Russian Two sweets smokin woods sweet aromatic And this whip it come in stick but
the bread he put me on Weekends down in austin Meet up at 3 b's tacos Yeah she said she was honduran Never seen her type before I'm just tryna get to know you
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