letra de barca - lil cactus
[intro]
na na, yea
na na na na na na, (humming)
(larry f-ckin’ beats n-gga)
[chorus]
my b-tch she bad, she foreign think she came from barca
cause when i give her d-ck she can’t stop saying “gracias”
i’m always scorin’ in that box, diego costa
but then i made a switch i taught that b-tch to cha cha
i pulled up in them presidential tints like i’m obama (obama)
yea i been selling kilos with lilo that’s on ohana (yea)
she give me bomb head in that whip i yell “grenada” (grenada)
oh you a lil saucy b-tch i stir you like some pasta, no lasagna
[verse 1]
i can tell you how she call me papa
or the way these diamonds wet, like agua (agua)
smokin’ dank sinatra, i need that enchilada
got the yoppa doin opеra (ahhh)
ima keep gettin’ these bags whilе these barcelona b-tches pour me vodka
girl you gotta tonka
i just might give her my ticket w-lly wonka, yea
side b-tch bad too flew her to italy
said i had to dawg she was feelin’ me
5’2 from the philippines i could f-ck her for a century yea
i’m a bad guy i know, that sh-t be k!lling me
must be all of the negative energy i gotta change my trajectory
[chorus]
pulled up in them presidential tints like i’m obama
yea i been selling kilos with lilo that’s on ohana
she give me bomb head in that whip i yell “grenada”
oh you a lil saucy b-tch i stir you like some pasta, no lasagna
my b-tch she bad, she foreign think she came from barca (came from barca)
cause when i give her d-ck she can’t stop saying “gracias” (girl de nada)
i’m always scorin’ in that box, diego costa (that’s a golaza)
but then i made a switch i taught that b-tch to cha cha
[verse 2]
yea they say that the devil wears prada
that’s why i put my boo in designer
you think you gon’ steal my girl?
that’s a code that you cannot decipher, peter piper
my girl stick to me like peter parker
silver surfin’ with a windy walker
she wanna have fun on some cindy lauper
hop step away like jamal crawford
ooh my b-tch bad (she bad)
and she from barcelona
keep shakin’ ass she might get a diploma
k!ll the p-ssy leave no witnesses not even jehova
i’m smokin’ some cookie it’s tasting just like coca cola
she been eating up pills, so many pills i guess she thought those bars were granola (sheesh)
[chorus]
i pulled up in them presidential tints like i’m obama (obama)
yea i been selling kilos with lilo that’s on ohana (yea)
she give me bomb head in that whip i yell “grenada” (grenada)
oh you a lil saucy b-tch i stir you like some pasta, no lasagna
my b-tch she bad, she foreign think she came from barca
cause when i give her d-ck she can’t stop saying “gracias”
i’m always scorin’ in that box, diego costa
but then i made a switch i taught that b-tch to cha cha
(larry f-ckin’ beats n-gga)
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