Lyrics:
No tomo te, tomo cafe mi amor
Yo como arepa y pabellon
Con mi sumbao machuco el English when I talk
I'm Venezuelan in New York
Me ves pirao por
will make your time go slow
Keep you warm when the cold winds blow
Ain't nothin' to it
You and I could do it
I'm sound in body and I'm sound in my
Feels like I'm losing my mind
Caught up trying to count all these girls in my life
So hard for me to resist
When they walk by, they give me
I am a fallen zerø
Below the glaciers of the evil
I am a golden superhero
Above the sun and all the people
Space in your face I'm gonna drink
[Talking]
Introducing, (whoa) the worlds...(it's the world's most hated nigga)
...hated nigga, yes, you know what I'm sayin'?
y'all niggaz ride
was four.
It's just the same as before.
Forget me, girl, I'm still recovering from her.
It hurts so.
I'm sorry, girl, I'm in no shape to love.
[Necro]
Err my castration hand is steady
So bitch are you ready, to get your dick chopped off with a machete
When it comes to inflicting pain I'm
you try
The time has come
To say goodbye
Stop me at the edge cause I'm falling
Stop me at the edge cause I'm falling
Stop me at the edge cause
I'm your boogie man, that's what I am.
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early morning, late afternoon
Or at midnight. It's never too soon
the Central, yeah, the gangsters mob for life
The Cartel's gonna roll the dice
One time for the mind of the niggas strollin deep
Watch your back, I'm about
(Goof)
(Yuh dig) (yuh!)
Bitch, I'm thinkin' and plottin' (gling)
Thinkin' and plottin' (gling, gling, gling)
Bitch, I'm thinkin' and plottin' (gling)
I think I think too much 'bout kids who don't know me
I'm so sick of myself, I'd rather be, rather be
Anyone, anyone else, but jealousy, jealousy
why I'm in this
But I'm the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business!
Fuck the fake friendships and the second chances
I got love for true soldiers,
apple and clap
You and leave you mangled
I'm not the asshole claiming Philly
I'm blowing up the fucking castle
Fuck pity and mercy I'm
Thirsty for
I could, mm, yeah
I could drive a Benz
But I'm still in my old ass Honda
Cocky's in a coma
But I got my commas
It be skinny dudes
Packin'
Uh uh, yeahhh [x4]
[Verse 1:]
Boy you know I'm loving what you do-oo-oo
Put your lovin in my gun I wanna sho-oo-ot
You're not the kinda guy
go platinum or gold,
I'm almost f-a-mous, r-a's know that my n-a-me is
sway 'cause there saying it every where,
On the week of my release I'm
Girl you got this need to know what I'm all about
There's something that you dig you can't figure out
Well, you wanna know what moves my soul
or nothin, why I'm in this
But I'm the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business!
Fuck the fake friendships and the second chances
I got love for true
Girl you got this need to know what I'm all about
There's something that you dig you can't figure out
Well, you wanna know what moves my soul
pinch our love girl
Thats why Im not living for the future
Honey I'm gonna live for love
cnd enjoy every minute
From start to finish
It's such
I'm beginning to understand
There's no mystery to this man
It's the simplest things I need
Just my friend and a place to sleep
But I never fail
you go down, I'm goin' down too
It's a good thing we're each other's kinda crazy
Ain't no judgment or keepin' score
If you rob a bank, I'm your
Go big (go big), go big (go big)
Go big (go big), go big (go big)
Hop big? Real big, sumo, fat crib
Play the background, ad-lib, I'm in front row,
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