Big Shit

Guate baby diles cómo es la cosa men (I am I am)
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Desde muy chiquito yo sabia muy bien
Que Goyo es leyenda y no hay quien me pare
No preparen nada suelten verso y disparen
A ver hacen daño como dicen men I doubt it
Guatemala baby in the building spilling big drip
Even as a lil' child I was thinking big shit
En mi infancia conectaba los auriculares
Para ese entonces escuchaba rap particular
Tip el Rey del sur Nelly la verdad
El calor de esos versos me causaban que sudara
El frío de Chicago me metio todas las ganas
Mudarme a gringolandia no me presento la ganja
Fumaba desde puebla no te dejes que engañan
Ahorita vendo vino que me llega desde España
Lentamente tejo a mi red como araña
Yo tenía rimas desde que teñía pañal
No me extraña si no vivo a ver mañana
Dile a mi familia y a mi mamá quien los ama

Guatemala Baby tira versos on the regular
Ain't no one ahead of us (What what)

Papi G the gentleman official Trailblazer
Me and all my brothers man we great team players

And all my real fans rocking we me since Rosenberg
They listen to my spoken words
My verses all timeless like frozen words
My mama is a saint I had a noble birth
I'm walking around Miami with an open shirt
Before I get the steak I got the hors d'oeuvres
I only bring essentials I got all the herb
I'm fly but I hate flying I calm my nerves
Don't pop nothing or snort shit I only burn
Pops being proud that's my only concern
And I will burn Imma have a butler called Willburn
A girl that's Brazilian vacation out in Lisbon
Wifey better know I'm allergic to penicillin
A care taker a favor for a favor
Imma make sure that we always stack that paper
I need a team player if you with me we gon' ride (Ride)



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory P Bret-harte
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