Lyrics:
Cormega:
Ayo guns and roses sons and soldiers drug game cocaine ac's and range rovers snakes plan a way to set they own man up for grams when they
okay
She want me to lay it on good
I be like, ya, okay
She call me Diablo
I run all the narcos
I ain’t talking drugs
So don’t call me Pablo
Skin is
em in a mess,
Had a little rest,
DXB is the brand, I got it stitched to the chest.
Made by Muhammad, gotta stick to the text.
All the buttons I
My life like a movie, bitch, I'm a blockbuster Cheatin' on that man with me, now how could
I trust ya
I don't do that family shit, boi we are not
Brown (What)
Now it's Dizzy or the Crown
By the quarter pound (Aah)
Ya bitch is nowhere to be found
When i come in town (Nope)
Stoner chicks, we going up
blame me?
You know how the days go by life's never been much better
Realize now he never had a clue
About what love really is but it looks like
on my soul, man, they tear me apart
It's days like this when I think 'bout the past
Eight thousand for drip and that is just minimum
My Roley is brown
immature Peter pan
Never growing up you'll be a free man
Hours pass my prince is yet to reach the surface
And what would be the purpose
My tears are not
gonna trip, but I don't give a fuck no more
I'm on the news kicking down your concert door
Just letting y'all know I handle everything in the streets
Man
20 bussin' out the bag
20 minutes over but we left it in the past
Tell me that I'm overthinking, tell me where you at
Hard to reach you by the phone
life.
A life through which I'm hurled
Lies, lies upon this side and that
Truthless violence deception mourned by the wise.
Thousands of voices drowning
life
A life through which I'm hurled
Lies, lies upon this side and that
Truthless violence, deception, mourned by the wise
Thousands of voices drowning
fuck with me
I'm a sharp young man no cutlery
Got a bottle dark brown and a blunt for
Me and a bad bitch that's good company
She lust for me but don't
room
Pong in the kitchen
Backwoods in my bedroom with
Thirty people in it
Singing, "Sky is the limit and you
Know that we keep on
Just keep on pressing
drillin in,
pillaging the goofy for that booty and bass,
struggle taste better brown as a white hobby,
sound is a bank lobby bound by the trend,
black
the Champagne
Dope my medication
7 grams I'm facing
God is amazing
Molded by the pain
I see through the fame
I still got my soul
I still use my brain
Lion
a domino effect with all these hoes
The way that I'm knockin' them down, one by one, that's how that shit go
She eatin' me up, it's so good, yeah
She do
oats
Eighty thousand dollar boat
Better not puff, better not pout
SPM is in your town
El Coyote in el mote, a.k. Senor Charlie Brown
Chorus
Third
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