Texty

Y Oshun, caridad del pobre Yemayá, mi guía espiritual Virgencita, yo que soy tan pobre Sólo clamo por la tranquilidad Yea my skin tan, my fade low My eyes green for those pesos Eat chicharrón sin huesos I'm pit-bull and I'm Tego With the hoes like Don Francisco I'm live O when I'm Big Pun Bowl in a pot, little salson Mix it all around, and Bodegaz what you got Spanish Harlem, my play ground Bullet proof it all, I'm safe now Idaho potatoes, make it safe and sound I'm a keep that gold, I'm a take that crown I'm a still pump yay up-town Pray to papa dios when I'm on that Greyhound Fucked up nerves, back with a bird Oh pass the cig, I'm a need a bust down! Yo, Champagne my morning drink Mami chulas in my bed giving head Go ahead right before I blink Brain so good a motherfucker can't think Straight Henny poured on my brand new mink Bitch I get money bags, look like Brinks Holy rosaries confess my sins Call my girl doll, and Miami like a fin Real thugged out, all black Tims, black Chevy Impa... All black rims, no tints, seat back Oh wait that's him, that guy Even Oliver's people know I Now they know my name, wanna hear my slang Born a Latin King, I ain't talking bout the gang It's the G note that us Tan Boys Ring We ain't got a problem letting off that thing
Writer(s): Nathaniel De La Rosa, Diamante Anthony Blackmon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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