Lyrics:
We speakin' on, on, on thoroughbreds and real niggas
And, and, and the sacrifices they made
The, the, the Gino Colons and the Larry Hoovers,
on the loose sipping hooch
Flow's out the colon, TYB chosen, bust it wide open with my staff like Moses
Motherfucker
[Chorus: x4]
Bounce to the left,
heads like totem poles
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Forden Road
Blow for blow, I toe to toe with the toughest
Bring the ruckus
stick the fork in
Put some holes in your shirt, now it's red, soakin' (21)
I ain't runnin' from no smoke, period, semi-colon (21)
You wanna hold
many shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your colon
Of course its
La historia no cambia, jaja
El que descubrió América fue
Cristóbal Colon, jaja
El Father
No speak'a English?
Tu papá
¿Oíste?
Tu papá
Yomo,
the gangsta zone, más abajo chizo colon, y en el caribe se quedo!
(You know)
Aha! You going to shake your cuerpo
Aha! Can I touch your culo
Aha! You are
niggaz with crack viles stuck to they colon
The acid, done bubbled up, now they stomach's is swollen
That just, life in the hood, surrounded class, who we
to the bathroom, shittin' {where the tissue at?}
I'm blowin' up Keisha bathroom, everybody bitchin' (god damn, nigga)
Ghost need his colon clensed
Countin' up
With the all-purpose hunting blade straight up his colon
I cut his hands off, he ain't touching nobody
Chain him up by the foot in the basement, bloody
to they colon
The acid, done bubbled up, now they stomach's is swollen
That just, life in the hood, surrounded class, who we bag in our stash
hittin' in her colon
She on her reds then she stoke me with lotion (yeah)
No Pretty Ricky, but it's five in the mornin'
Tryna see what you into
I just
the Polish off-licence
"They don't mind" said the arsehole to the legs
You got to be cruel to be kind, shit bank
Save it up like Norbert Colon
Release
Can't nobody stop me
Can't nobody stop me
Yeah, I'll never let y'all niggas stop me
Look
We just lost Chadwick Boseman to cancer, colon
2020
que toca la botella ruiseñor
Y el taca, taca que taca de Carrucha y de Colón.
Canté. Se prendió el fandango
Canté. Josefa María
Canté. Se fue
il culo e lo dai via a tanto
Mica c'hai il colon Apple
Quando rappo stai ttozi e manda
Il beat che faccio spostare ogni mandria
Che segue il king e per
salsa panameña
(Voy de corazón cantando)
(Pa la gente panameña)
En recordar a Colón
Siempre mi mente se empeña
(Voy de corazón cantando)
(Pa la
sin estar en la' vela'
Soy el Colón que descubre tu cuerpo (oh)
Y tus partes navega (ah, woh) (rrr, rrr)
Uh, yeah, coje el alcohol y la' sustancia
fucks to a nigga hatin' on me
Got so much ice you'd think my jeweler flaked on me, God damn
Hold on, money so old, check his colon
Knot so fat Ben
Make you eat your own feces, sell you {?}lindrum elyses{?}
Pull out your colon, leave your gland swollen
Uncircumcised between your mom's thighs
folding,
You talk slick and you get swollen,
Stick this glock straight to your colon.
Hook:
I say now...
This one for my niggas yeah I know they gon feel
At the holy city of Mecca, great fan of Colon
Crazy ammo get blown wherever I sit, son
That is my throne
(You know how we do it)
Aiyo, pop,
Float, some cats don't
I speak in Fahrenheit and burn off colon lyric
Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless
Don't dismiss the billygoat
of y'all shouldn't rap, y'all do a shitty job
Like colon cleansin'
And I'm dying to test ya
No denyin'
I'm applyin'
The pressure
Like the iron
I rely
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