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letra de the blancos - neako

[intro: neako]
yeah, somethin’ special
most incredible
the most levels
ya

[chorus: neako & bonnieb]
i’m a real n-gga eatin’ on pasta
i’m a real b-tch eatin’ on lobster
familia you be livin’ like mobsters
you a fake n-gga, ever so imposter
up in heaven in the sky, where ya mind goes
it’s all straight when you wit’ the head honcho
way ahead of y’all, far as i know
now sit back and take a ride wit’ the blanco’s
i’m a real n-gga eatin’ on pasta
i’m a real b-tch eatin’ on lobster
familia you be livin’ like mobsters
you a fake n-gga, ever so imposter
up in heaven in the sky, where ya mind goes
it’s all straight when you wit’ the head honcho
way ahead of y’all, far as i know
now sit back and take a ride wit’ the blanco’s

[verse 1: neako]
rolex n-gga, that’s froze up
took a hit but the money never slowed up
i don’t trip, cause a n-gga in the mix
and ya b-tch better learn to have ‘em rolled when i show up
put in time ‘cause a n-gga had patience
while them other n-gga’s sat back faithless
one year, turned my car into a sp-ceship
triple 7’s, yeah i’m guarded by my angels
bonnie, she rollin’, she smokin’ that k!lla
playin’ these n-gga’s, she got to her figures
fresco he focused he watchin’ the market
he told me that all of you n-gga’s is targets
and you n-gga’s ain’t on my level
in the underground i p-ss out the shovels
and we do ‘em so great, tryna stash all this cake
just wait bruh, hear what i tell you
i need the pretty girls to light up
and the real n-gga’s to get wit’ ‘em
prepare to light the night up
let the smoke into your system
it’s okay if you pour up, just have enough for the crew
better mix it right in ya cup, 4 o’s deep is a pool
go

[verse 2: bonnie b]
got this henny all in my system
i’m rappin’ melodies and 2 steppin’
i’m wit’ my b-tches screamin’, “f-ck these n-gga’s”
but we callin’ one after all this liquor, huh
ain’t that funny how it go? f-ck it
got hoes, got weed to blow, love it
i’m never impressed by a braggin’ -ss n-gga
the ones who talk most, they ain’t baggin’ no b-tches
never pulled triggers, most of ‘em switch up, and half of ‘em snitches
that ain’t my business
i’m plottin’ these riches
my -ss you could kiss it
the bird i be flippin’ to hatin’ -ss hoes
trust i ain’t stressin’ this the life i chose
pull up in cameras and bonnie gon’ pose
watch my surroundin’s and stay on my toes
cause some ain’t your friends, they be really your foes
boss b-tch, took the sauce
if a n-gga play me then, that’s his loss
if he a fake n-gga, gotta cut ‘em off
but i turn him on, know the words to my songs
chillin’ wit’ ya n-gga’s takin’ rips of the bong
i’ll be at the top wit’ my heels and my thong
so far gone, got ‘em lookin’ at me wrong
cause i’m shinin’
top of the food chain
lame be quiet

[outro: neako & bonnieb]
i’m a real n-gga eatin’ on pasta
i’m a real b-tch eatin’ on lobster
familia you be livin’ like mobsters
you a fake n-gga, ever so imposter
up in heaven in the sky, where ya mind goes
it’s all straight when you wit’ the head honcho
way ahead of y’all, far as i know
now sit back and take a ride wit’ the blanco’s
i’m a real n-gga eatin’ on pasta
i’m a real b-tch eatin’ on lobster
familia you be livin’ like mobsters
you a fake n-gga, ever so imposter
up in heaven in the sky, where ya mind goes
it’s all straight when you wit’ the head honcho
way ahead of y’all, far as i know
now sit back and take a ride wit’ the blanco’s

- neako

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