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letra de taco bell - oiiix

[verse 1: jesse y]
rockin’ in that drop top beamer, leanin’ heavy through the drive-thru
hangin’ out the window, smokin’ reggie with my eyes screwed
scoop a side of sushi, fortune cookie with the lime soup
stupid at the super pollo, puta what them thighs do?
i ain’t got no cl-ss, pants saggin’, show -ss
scr-pe it off the grill, no paper towel, i eat it both hands
triple o we f-ckin’ hungry, silver spoon, no oysters for me
different if i came from money, that’s why i’m talkin’ gettin’ money, makin’ money
make enough to make a dash, make it flood then make it back
faked in 7th grade but now she naked guess we made it, hann
all she know is triple o, all she want is triple o
hipster b-tches love this sh-t, they f-ck with us but on the low
low morals, no problems, no goals or role models
cause at age four bill got oral in his own office
wanna be at spring break like slim back in 99
hump a couple models, make em’ say my name a bunch of times
rappin’ like it’s 98, still tryin’ to get my head straight
when i’m on, don’t know which kardashian i’m gon’ impregnate
kendall and kylie, i’ll catch a case to get it from the back
say my grace then hit em with the dan v double clap

[hook: gato sl!ck]
all my people if you ready lets rock (lets rock)
triple o comin’ steady with the drops (with the drops)
puttin’ moves on betty for the bop (for the bop)
feelin’ like tom vercetti of the block (of the block)

[verse 2: gato sl!ck]
since 94, the only mc with a flu
it’s an eyesore to see what you tryin’ to do
it’s flabbergastin’, claims that rappin’ damsels spew out flames
you in the zone, we bring that press you ain’t gon’ bruise our game, now
who’s dapper? i’ll slap him, his -ss droppin’
sweet baby mitch, young afrika bambaataa
concealin’ the deuce deuce, when i’m trappin’ i’m black mamba
i’m jokin’, only focus is cash for my dad and mama
step on stage and get dismayed, your optics stocked to shut
renegade with a pen and page since papa got his nut
the riddler don’t give a f-ck how them swagger jackers move
music’s kin to peddlin’ rocks, that’s yabba dabba doo
i mean who’s doper than i, boy i’ll invoke your demise
your girl adoptin’ lauper’s mantra when she slope on my slide
me and my folk will recline, with the most potent of lye
bammas should never test the set, just go dispose all your rhymes
when you shinin’ they gon’ give it to you bad huh?
i guess success is a gift and a curse
she said nice guys usually finish last huh?
it’s cause i’m gunnin’ on makin’ you come first

[hook: gato sl!ck]
all my people if you ready lets rock (lets rock)
triple o comin steady with the drops (with the drops)
puttin moves on betty for the bop (for the bop)
feelin like tom vercetti of the block (of the block)

[outro: gato sl!ck]
odd ones out for the 99 and the 2000
…f-ck with us

- oiiix

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