LITTLE CANTINA

I can't talk to a ratchet
If I show up there's a bag involved
She wants my soul
Good luck take it off off off
She loves partying and margaritas
Smoke up some devils reefer
Nice to meet ya

Yeah told her you could do better
(Really you could do a lot better babe)
Cuz time goes tick tick tick
And you still ain't rich
And my bills ain't shit
And your deal ain't real
Just saying
I run it up go crazy
You do the most quit faking
I'm going ghost they hate me
And I know you mad at me
But it's a Saturday
I'm at a club in Spain
Yo voy del noche a day

I can't talk to a ratchet
If I show up there's a bag involved
She wants my soul
Good luck take it off off off
She loves partying and margaritas
Smoke up some devils reefer
Nice to meet ya

I walk on tight ropes light shows
Might go Christ-like
Cyclone zeitgeist
I don't need the money it's a bonus
I just really love to do my own shit own shit
Lights camera we rolling
Baby I just gotta keep the focus focus
Sharp sharp sharp
Like a razor
Cars cars
(Mario)
Ima play her

I can't talk to a ratchet
If I show up there's a bag involved
She wants my soul
Good luck take it off off off
She loves partying and margaritas
Smoke up some devils reefer
Nice to meet ya



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Writer(s): Richard Rakchtis
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