SANTA MUERTE
DBonair
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Letter to my momma wrote it all in my head On a mission hope she praying so I don't end up dead Tryna get with my brothers while I'm ducking the feds Nightmares can't sleep while I'm chasing this bread El barrio princessa Untouchable mi jefa Voodoo beads prayer needs Alter over the dresser Satellites she battle nights Green lighting confessors Offspring local cartel And she cold like a Fresca Bailar Drums beat all in her body Low rider road provider Gang parade to the party Backyard mi gente Front yard esbirro Tequila shots carne asada Don't come playing her hero D's playing Serpico Can't get close to the hood Bandannas on the four wheelers Face say up to no good Burnt tires get the message puto Eyes open hands off the culo Kilos coming pure snow Kaputo Brasi brazen law on me like Luko God body no time chat Let them boys find I'm like never that It's a cold world and my flame attached Know ol lady going let snap With 2 4s then disappear I ain't talking bout the app I knew that your scared but listen out for that click n that clap Letter to my momma wrote it all in my head On a mission hope she praying so I don't end up dead Tryna get with my brothers while I'm ducking the feds Nightmares can't sleep while I'm chasing this bread That's right then Dope boy Welcome to my city they won't show no love It's like that Block look like movie we don't give no fucks Gang Here Shout go to the bottle girl who fill my cup Be right back Outside looking filthy ain't no runners up Dope boy Welcome to my city they won't show no love It's like that Block look like movie we don't give no fucks Gang Here Shout go to the bottle girl who fill my cup Be right back Outside looking filthy ain't no runners up Two legit to quit two tone grip 223 to ride Canon for the trip witness never ain't no shame in mine If it's local shit colors switch ain't no choosing sides Death ain't got bias if they try us mama gonna slide Chicken extra biscuit where my gravy that's the real crime Wish a nigga would in my hood gift you niggas pine Something bout them candle when they light them after taking shine Know there's nothing basic when the casing share that yellow line Omg that persuasive Should I could I would I mention magic cause Haitan Or my CV mama turn to demon when you playing Say some barrel to your belly like you craving Cajun heater like the jets forever blazing Waving she just want party if you staying I'm saying keeper of the peace until she caged in Henny for the fallen and on god no further statements Letter to my momma wrote it all in my head On a mission hope she praying so I don't end up dead Tryna get with my brothers while I'm ducking the feds Nightmares can't sleep while I'm chasing this bread That's right then Dope boy Welcome to my city they won't show no love It's like that Block look like movie we don't give no fucks Gang Here Shout go to the bottle girl who fill my cup Be right back Outside looking filthy ain't no runners up Dope boy Welcome to my city they won't show no love It's like that Block look like movie we don't give no fucks Gang Here Shout go to the bottle girl who fill my cup Be right back Outside looking filthy ain't no runners up
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