Colombia

My bitch from Colombia

Brand new whip I start it up
Don't got no green card on her
Police never pardon him
Brand new glocks got forty them
Got the heart of forty men
Fuck that bitch that foreign head
Have to call a corner
Kill this beat I torture it
All these rappers lord to them
Plug he never shorting him
He don't wanna go to that
Shooters at his door and step
Shit gone get so gory then
Double cups I'm porin it
Sip that lean I'm flooring it
La to the Florida
Pull up I'm hopping out shooting his head and I go on the run
Pulling the tommy capping his shit then I'm hiding the gun
Stacks in the bag on a jet an yo know that shit Louis Vuitton
Talking to god when I'm sleeping at night bitch I feel like his son

My bitch from Colombia



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Writer(s): Samuel Mozley
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