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Mariachi (feat. Tyepacino)

by Justoo

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(2024 ....Wilt Chamberlain All Hunitts) I was alone not a soul in sight I was alone not a soul in sight I was alone not a soul in sight They was the coldest nights I ain't leaving my gun this my only life Gotta live like I know it's mine Who gon' be there by my side I can only speak for my nine Maybe a couple of guys Show me you ain't living a lie I'm exactly who I'm 'posed to be The devil want a hold of me I do bad on my own you be blowing me Ain't nobody controlling me Every night I pray my soul to keep Tell my demons let go of me Think first I be slow to speak Walk him down he won't notice me I be on my p's yeah Dot my i's and cross my t's Give me a beat I walk it down with ease, yeah Fled the trap too hot degrees Can't let the knockers think they onto me Za za send me on a odyssey When I meditate aura blinding hard to see Sorta something like a deity Yeah I seen you calling but you on dnd now Got tired of letting niggas see me down Blunts passed you ain't even wanna see me down Tryna book a session better dm me now All capers need parts You ain't leaving me out Niggas talking crazy Damn why all that Got my glizzy right now You can see what I'm bout If I was you boy I would slide on back Send some shots over here They gon' fly on back Say you gon' stand on it Would you die on that Don't spin around here Put ya ride on wax Ben Frank and Jackson Got my eyes on that Get of my dick Heard ya bitch wan' ride on that Keep on selling all them guns You better buy one back Get the addy you know we gon' lie on that You won't never ever ever Catch me round no rat If I get on that stand Imma lie on that Walk with a pole totem I ain't stashin' no weapon I tote it Play ya cards right Texas Holdem Worn him out by the store Tried to told him Warning signs you gotta read 'em Do right by all the guys you gotta feed 'em Solid bitches gotta treat 'em Robbers if they run up better leave 'em I was alone not a soul in sight They was the coldest nights I ain't leaving my gun this my only life Gotta live like I know it's mine Who gon' be there by my side I can only speak for my nine Maybe a couple of guys Show me you ain't living a lie I'm exactly who I'm 'posed to be The devil want a hold of me I do bad on my own you be blowing me Ain't nobody controlling me Every night I pray my soul to keep Tell my demons let go of me Think first I be slow to speak Walk him down he won't notice me I be on my p's yeah When I sit alone I close both my eyes And I just seen a poltergeist I get what I want like an only child Fifteen minutes of wholesome time It don't seem like a lot but it blow my mind When I get you alone some times I just bend you over hittin' both ya thighs The millis help me keep a open mind Help me cope with my older bros My life is like a roller coast When I sit by myself get the Holy Ghost The way she guzzle got a motor throat He tryna fox me but I'm on my toes Lay him down like a domino Matter fact bitch I'm talking a domino Niggas got so much to say bitch they comical They got a lot of jokes I was deep in her abdominal Me and Justoo cop the snowman That shit was abominable We heating up no thermometers Hope you can weather the storm Better get ya barometers Gotta check all my parometers Matter fact check my parameters Check my perimeters Only with those that think similar We 'bout to step like a Timberland Raise up the temperature Raise up the numbers like calendars everyday Bitch I'm the boss Not the manager elevate I let the weed hit my lungs Then I levitate Everytime I self reflect Yeah I educate Asses my damages It's like a clean up on aisle four Nigga just call up the janitor Smoking a leaf like I'm beefin' with Canada I got two hands and I still couldn't handle it yeah I was alone not a soul in sight They was the coldest nights I ain't leaving my gun this my only life Gotta live like I know it's mine Who gon' be there by my side I can only speak for my nine Maybe a couple of guys Show me you ain't living a lie I'm exactly who I'm 'posed to be The devil want a hold of me I do bad on my own you be blowing me Ain't nobody controlling me Every night I pray my soul to keep Tell my demons let go of me Think first I be slow to speak Walk him down he won't notice me I be on my p's yeah

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