Females/El Diablo
Yea
Yea
Fah Fah Fah
Don't need Pooh shiesty songs to put me in that mode
I'll slide to Adele, "Hello" with a bad bitch and still get you gone
Back pack full of money
Counting hunnits while she suck my bone
I love counting money so when I fuck she wear her money thongs
Bad petite lil bitch yea that's my type so I tell her wassup
Brown skin with them type of lips that makes you think life doesn't suck
Mindset just like mine let's smoke a blunt and run this money up
And she keep a pole Fah Fah warn you don't run up
Ok let's be real the point is I know females wit more heart
You niggas pussy pillow talking bout a nigga to a broad
Run into to a nigga broad day then acting like you hard
Well I can break a brick
Pocket full of chips I'll spill ya sauce
In a dark room with a demon mama thought that I was lost
Folks took a perc he nodding off
Catch these bullets Randy moss
I call shots
I'm the big dawg
Bitch call me boss but not Rick Ross
I paint her face just like bob ross
I'm shitting on these niggas like some charmen they all soft
You ever seen an anaconda riding in a Honda
She said I did her dirty, sent her crying to her mama
Fuck all of that loving babygirl I'm chasing commas
Dollas
And if you not bout that then yous a problem
Fuck round catch a hollow, since you acting like you macho
Knock the beef right out ya taco
Call me jose I get guapo
Know they hate me I won't stop though
Make the baddest bitches swallow
Bro move weight he think he chapo
Big el Diablo
Yea
Fah Fah Fah
Don't need Pooh shiesty songs to put me in that mode
I'll slide to Adele, "Hello" with a bad bitch and still get you gone
Back pack full of money
Counting hunnits while she suck my bone
I love counting money so when I fuck she wear her money thongs
Bad petite lil bitch yea that's my type so I tell her wassup
Brown skin with them type of lips that makes you think life doesn't suck
Mindset just like mine let's smoke a blunt and run this money up
And she keep a pole Fah Fah warn you don't run up
Ok let's be real the point is I know females wit more heart
You niggas pussy pillow talking bout a nigga to a broad
Run into to a nigga broad day then acting like you hard
Well I can break a brick
Pocket full of chips I'll spill ya sauce
In a dark room with a demon mama thought that I was lost
Folks took a perc he nodding off
Catch these bullets Randy moss
I call shots
I'm the big dawg
Bitch call me boss but not Rick Ross
I paint her face just like bob ross
I'm shitting on these niggas like some charmen they all soft
You ever seen an anaconda riding in a Honda
She said I did her dirty, sent her crying to her mama
Fuck all of that loving babygirl I'm chasing commas
Dollas
And if you not bout that then yous a problem
Fuck round catch a hollow, since you acting like you macho
Knock the beef right out ya taco
Call me jose I get guapo
Know they hate me I won't stop though
Make the baddest bitches swallow
Bro move weight he think he chapo
Big el Diablo
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Writer(s): Jemal Criner
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