Lyrics:
Granny house packed
But ya still having fun by the store
You just learn as you go
Can't call the police
They hate how we smoking on dope
But our potnas are
conoces pero creo que no
Dont call me by ma name call me by my a.k.a
Queriendo ir a L.A, soñando en B.C.N
Soy la skinny flaka única en su game
Tengo gold,
Holding my ticket for a one way trip on down to the Rio Grande
cfter last night, holding on to king high gave me a winning hand
The pot made me
niggas in Rio beheaded by homies
And women still joke bout how niggas are brokie
Sri Lanka the women face death from their hubbies
More blood
half really had me
I guess I'm never happy
Is that so wrong
I'm popping all the pills
Cause now I'm by myself
I'm so far gone
So baby tell me how you
Nie byłam w Rio, ale tuż obok
Tam rządził banknot zielony jak smok
Powoduje ból, ocean złych słów
Brakuje many nam dziś na obronę
Haruję za dwóch,
gonna rock and roll and get you in by daylight
Well we don't care what your dad don't allow
Cause we're gonna go out and do it anyhow
He sleeps real
my life by faith no need for me to be afraid
Rio
Hey!
Is you coming or what?
You going with them or you coming wit us?
I got some diamonds I don't
can, oh man, if you think about stopping me
It's to the point where I don't even get fazed by the hate, hit the top then pop the ting
T'd up, they rock
Birdie, don't back down
The years go by, the plains are behind, the future is bright
Mm-mm-mm-mm it's not too late
Mm-mm-mm-mm my little bird
Life
another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some
or them pills
I'd show them how it feels
To do it from the ground up
Back to back Benz's, rio tint that town up
Look at me I'm ridin', diamonds, hustlin'
a pond
I got three bitches like I'm Owen Hart (three bitches)
And my glasses, they made by chrome heart
I got rich, now I fill up a shoppin' cart
Last time I was with someone it ended up in tears
Buried by my tissues on the floor
You have it for a moment then it often disappears I see too many
standing by the jukebox
Champagne or Prosecco?
I was playing classics by the Buzzcocks
Battiato and Lucio
I love you! Ti amo! Je t'aime! ¡Te quiero!
the islands
Buy a nigga anything he want, two 15's in the trunk homeboy I'm stylin'
Riding by them, fake niggas don't like him
Real ones get inspired
By
At dusk when the hot day is done.
From there to Acuña to Del Rio, Texas,
You valley up through San Antone.
With the pesos I've saved up for years then
From New Amsterdam to the way the West was won
Well years will go by when you won't get nowhere
You're cold and you're tired and you're free and you
Felipe was a young boy when he crossed the Rio Grande
Heading north to Texas where he grew into a man
He fixed cars and worked the wars and raised
There's legend in Creole
About a girl who's quite a dream
And so I went to see
'Til I landed in Rio
I thought the tale was a bit extreme
But
You feel me Northside? 65th Street
Free Pac Slimm, free Geno
Free B. Skrap, free Rio (up)
Free Young, Young Fade gon' be out by the time this drop
No Rio oh oh
I'm gonna search this town both high and low
I'm gonna go all the places where New Yorkers go.
I'm gonna see Staten Island gonna take
they're telling you, can't happen here
Supersonic planes for a holiday boom
Rio de Janeiro in an afternoon
People out of work but there's people
a rowboat 'cross the Rio Grande
Captain Pablo was our guide
For two dollars in a weathered hand
He rowed us to the other side
And we were dreamin' like
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