Canto De Acordeones

Icy chain, I'm fly like an airplane
Designer to the floor, my denim from Balmain
Walk in the mall and ball like the Hawks game
Roll up Gelato, exotic, that octane
I ain't gotta sneak diss, I got good aim
Pop a nigga like a pill when I'm in pain
Water on my neck, got too many tennis chains
Rich nigga still in the hood, ain't shit changed
Ain't chasin' hoes, I'm chasin' my dope
Come to the door and I sell you a boat
Come get the blow 'cause it go for the low
Sell you some more if you buy you a four
I want the green, like the light I just go
They beat down the door, gotta trap like the stove
Flex like you rich, boy you broke
Boy you ain't real, you a ho



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Writer(s): Ricardo Javier Munoz, Joel Jose Guzman
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