Lyrics:
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I just wanna do right by you, I don't wanna say bye to you
Say you hate being lied to, so I'll keep the truth between us to
'Cause I trust you
I
and longer
As the days goes by
We're down to the worm in the bottle
The chips and the salsa are gone
Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico"
We're two
of the confines of other's limited minds
You've got to bet on yourself, it's the only way
Slide the chips over your name and step into the fray
All of life is
on my grind
I don't entertain the drama
Real nigga, bitch I'm on the chips
Like some salsa
Ain't no playin around
We gon heat it up like lava
I don't
I left his ass damaged
Only speaking that guala guala chips got dip wit salsa's why they choosing up status
Sipping don but never lack keep my cannon
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
family
Holy moly y'all are nuts treat me nice you bunch of freaks
Y'all made me stay for dinner and took out the chips and salsa
Opened up the wine with
(oh my)
Dollar bills flutterin' like palm trees sway
In the Magic City, where dreams can fray
Salsa rhythms in the ocean breeze
Every corner, a new
here keepin cool in my sauce lite drip
New age feel
Skin sun dipped
Best for your health like a champ sun chip
Salsa in the hips i'm like chips with
all the shit you recorded too
It couldn’t get in my whip if I drove an Uber
Catch me stackin' these chips on my shoulders
My soul got some layers off in
wine
Santana d-v-x make you wanna have sex (ooh)
I'm rich bitch! I'm havin' my chips
Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks, uh
Won hella grammies,
will you keep it?
Gotta really learn to be consistent
I am not a system quarterback
Bitch I'm really Aaron Rodgers
I got the chips with the salsa
I made
sketched in crayon
Gangland all a façade that you can spray on
Killin' birds with one stone is what we stay on
Wingspan never too wide for you to fray
The way I know the crack
Game'll have you amazed
In the ill days, yo I drink
Leche, Jose, so shake your culo
Like Merengue salsa arroz con pollo, grand
arrive, I am floored
By the varieties named
I love these guys
Wouldn’t spend my time any other way
[LaTreezy]
Rocky road, chocolate chip
Birthday cake-this
Mistaken for throwaways it's just a breather
Still in the fray even when I ain't the leader
Still got more to say you getting fed by the feeder
Bright mind
our chips and salsa?"
And I said, "No, but maybe we outta"
You looked at your watch and you looked at me like
"Baby it's time to go"
If we leave
riding high
Hope I Never land
But I'm still down
Yeah, I'm still down
I need a lil' salsa and some cheese for the chips
Smooth talker, talk a freak in
grumpy you can earn yourself a full clip
Speakin of the chip I got the heat like I was salsa dip
Dats Capp
Dats Capp Dats Capp
That's a whole lotta
Or the chips you get cheetoed
My songs bump like a keloid
And its dope, where the kilo
Why she lookin like she know
Got that salsa no pico
Maybe I'm sprinting
I'm just a messenger
Ain't tryna get into no fray
If they don't like it
Let the chips fall
Where they may
Some people think I can't rap
Cause my hair is
Got your hands on hips
Let's salsa, no chips
So hot, don't quit
Can't believe you got me feeling like this
I don't even know your name
So can I
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