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letra de red ridinghood - nacho picasso

[verse 1: nacho pic-sso]
little red riding hood, big dark forest
on her way to grammy’s, goldilocks ate the forest
big bad wolf, sh-t, i could eat a orphan
it really ain’t important, spew endorphines while extorting
kick the door in and i storm in like i’m mighty morphin’
power ranger, tatted stranger, bald like billy corgan
sitting at a organ, off that girl from wheel of fortune
answer me like, “yes, me lordsman” i can [?]
i admire who? sh-t, i admire me
look how fly he be, vampire diaries
had to tote the burner, sh-t, i grew up h-lla wiry
two f-cks fired me? you should’ve never hired me
now i’m up top–hip hop’s new hierarchy
i’m like, geez, all i wanted was some anarchy
they won’t take me out the game… f-cking rg3
now your b-tch say my name when i arch my d

[hook: nacho pic-sso]
li’l red riding hood, big bad violent hood
didn’t have a childhood, didn’t treat a child good
didn’t know a child would grow to be a wild wolf
now viable [?], maniacal, running wolves, i’m living proof

[verse 2: nacho pic-sso]
came home wired, made my mom nervous
i’m disconnected like my prior phone service
when you’re born on accident, life ain’t have no purpose
i woke up 3 o’clock feeling like i’m worthless
drove to vansterdam, couple candy-coated he-rs-s
she playing with her nipples, chocolate-coated hershey’s
but watch out for her kisses… chocolate-coated curses
eyes red, bottoms red, versace-covered purses
match made in heaven, but this match is versus
k!ll or be k!lled, and someone has to nurse this
f-ck a million sl-ts, throw some millions up
what? chameleon trucks? i give a million f-cks
i soldiered up in civilian guts
and when i sober up, i’ll be really clutch
take a bump, let her touch, she gon’ really blush
gave her shrooms, pushed her face, now she really mush
nacho

[hook]

[verse 3: nacho pic-sso]
i woke up a quarter to 4
bored of the war, h–rder of wh0r-s
i snorted… a horse. i walked towards the store
[?] porch, then i smoked some more
then i smoked some more, my n-gga, i’m f-cking bored
ran five days late, now, i’m f-cking short
import, export… who can i extort?
i know an ex-con, he a expert
that’s his export, now he own a restaurant
he told me “follow your dreams”, f-ck what the rest want
now i’m in west palms, chilling like a rest stop
with a little red bop, plus she give the best top
sold up like a sweatshop, child out of wedlock
women are from venus but my p-n-s come from red rock (mars)
the big one, baby… feeling like redbox
flight to boston, maybe… run into the red sox

[hook]

- nacho picasso

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