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letra de narcos - lil 2z

[intro]
(dj lil sprite, hit)

[chorus]
n-ggas scream they ridin’ ’til we run into a pothole
mexican b-tch come over, we gon’ f-ck and she make tacos
i can only beef about the cheese like some nachos
i just got a spot on hampton right there by the vatos
n-ggas sell they soul for a car and some mall clothes
i can’t sell my soul ’cause my sh-t ain’t got no barcode
we be sellin’ dope day and night like the narcos
we gon’ hit him up tonight and book a flight tomorrow

[verse]
if this n-gga tick me off, then we gon’ x him like a tac-toe
neighbors, they be trippin’, so we gotta use the backdoor
we can make a fool of him like he was on the shaq show
skinny n-gga, but i hold my weight like i’m a fat ho
i don’t wanna f-ck with them, ’cause they give me informant vibes
i done been stabbed all in my back like i’m a porcupine
me, a couple guns, and my cousins, that’s my entourage
put me by a million dollars, i bet i’ma camouflage
put me by a million dollars, i be i’ma double that
i ain’t see n0body fall, so we gon’ have to double back
i can’t give that b-tch my heart, ’cause she gon’ try to run with that
whenever it get hard, they run away and then they runnin’ back
i think i’m the sh-t, so i’m feelin’ like some asscheeks
they know i ain’t lettin’ none of that p-ssy sh-t get past me
if i call you brother, all you gotta do is ask me
n-ggas hate you now, but they was f-ckin’ with you last week
ain’t a d-mn thing changed, b-tch, i still feel like i’m tony
i remember we was choppin’ weenies up in macaroni
had to eat a bowl of cereal, fry you some bologna
we only talked for thirty minutes, how the h-ll you think you know me?
thank god that i made it this far, hallelujah
my heart done went missin’ somewhere in bermuda
like my eyes doin’ x-rays, i’m seein’ right through you
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, ’cause all of ’em putos
i’m stuffin’ exotic in these honey berries
i been in that water like spongebob and gary
pop at they ass, i hope all of ’em buried
then put that b-tch right in reverse like i’m terry
[chorus]
n-ggas scream they ridin’ ’til we run into a pothole
mexican b-tch come over, we gon’ f-ck and she make tacos
i can only beef about the cheese like some nachos
i just got a spot on hampton right there by the vatos
n-ggas sell they soul for a car and some mall clothes
i can’t sell my soul ’cause my sh-t ain’t got no barcode
we be sellin’ dope day and night like the narcos
we gon’ hit him up tonight and book a flight tomorrow

- lil 2z

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