Lyrics:
Pequeño Juan
Boy, you killed this one dog
If you don't know her name it's cool call her this
Jigga jigga, call that girl Bojangles
Jigga jigga,
Pequeño Juan
Boy, you killed this one dog
If you don't know her name it's cool call her this
Jigga jigga, call that girl Bojangles
Jigga jigga,
Pequeño Juan
Boy, you killed this one dog
If you don't know her name it's cool call her this
Jigga jigga, call that girl Bojangles
Jigga jigga,
speakin anotha language than let me translate it
It was early in the mornin
Repos got the Volvos
Now I'm standin at my door
Smokin them Marlboros
Thinkin my
come through drinking lean
And I ain't gonna cough
I'mma let them boys know how far I can go
I'ma just wreck down on the fucking down low
Keep my shit
come through drinking lean
And I ain't gonna cough
I'mma let them boys know how far I can go
I'ma just wreck down on the fucking down low
Keep my shit
drinkin lean and I ain't gonna cough
Ima let them boys know how far I can go
Ima just wreck down on the fuckin down low
Keep my shit optimo in my mouth
hoes off
Gone represent the South
Ima come through drinkin lean and I ain't gonna cough
Ima let them boys know how far I can go
Ima just wreck down
know woah, yeah
We smoking different strains
If Puna was a person then Puna's who I am
Take the Can-Am to the ranch
And put them horse's in the stables
know woah, yeah
We smoking different strains
If Puna was a person then Puna's who I am
Take the Can-Am to the ranch
And put them horse's in the stables
know woah, yeah
We smoking different strains
If Puna was a person then Puna's who I am
Take the Can-Am to the ranch
And put them horse's in the stables
the air right now
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Oh, I know you all see us out here, right?
Let's go, Trae
at
Yeah, you know we never lack yeah
Smooth like some passion fruit
Got them dancing
Out in Hamakua to the Puna boy anthem
All my Soldiers where you
Feeling fine
Poppin' trunk
Tippin' dine
But we do it for h-town
Tell them boys its time to lay it dine
Tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
Cause we
bucked
Fin to let these boys, up on some game
On my last leg, and don't bite your fame
If you want to know, just how the story goes
From being in
know them mother fuckin' boys? Nah!
Who them boyz? Fuck them boyz
You know them boyz? Fuck them boyz
Who them boyz? Fuck them boyz
Yeah, I know them
and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can't stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind
Boy
I gets loose like I'm fresh up out that pen
Boy
love them)
Oh, oh
Baby is a bad boy with some retro sneakers
Let's go see The Killers and make out in the bleachers
I like you a lot lot, think
love them)
Oh, oh
Baby is a bad boy with some retro sneakers
Let's go see The Killers and make out in the bleachers
I like you a lot lot, think
make that thing turn around (turn around)
Boy, I'm geeked, I feel like Fable right now (right now)
I'm sippin' syrup, feel like Trae, them, right now
town
Them Bad Boys are back in town
Let's go Okay let's go, Okay let's go
Okay let's go, Okay let's go
Okay let's go, Okay let's go
Okay Bad Boy
I'm fly
my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer
out the slab, Dickies sagging with my chains on
Hopping fly, 'cause they seen the dropper with them thangs on
Lord knows, Trae'll leave them niggas
Or mama, I weave and I swang sending em through a trauma
They tell me to let em make it, but really I ain't the one
Them bitches did it, so now they gotta
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