Intro
It's the unsung hero
Latino Robert DeNiro
Fly (?) in your life
Fly (?) in your life
Fly
Welcome to Bashtown, where we put that smash down
The corporation up, ready when the music blast now
{Nigga} I ain't no class clown
I'm just a cash cow
It's Dope House, Latino Velvetism trapped out
Cause I'm a ice breaker
And I'm a odds maker
And I'm a law breaker, jaw breaker, a salt shaker
And that's a hater {hoe}
If you think that's the way to go
Bet you hate yourself too, livin' so deflatable
And I don't need a goon
To hit you with the doom
To bust you in the {pussy} mouth and pop, your balloon
I'm so definitive
Game tight is what I give
The way I kept this {bitch}, finnin' show you how I live
I'm on the next flight
Smokin' on kryptonite
They try to hold the Mexi down, but we gon' get it right
I got some SPM
I got some new Lucky
Some sick Stooie Bros. {shit}, now you gon' really love it
[Refrain: {slowed down}]
So we gon' hold it how we fold it, stack it til the end
Some say "What's upper" to a player made Mexican
So we gon' hold it how we fold it, stack it til the end
Some say "What's upper" to a player made {Mexican...}
Latino Robert DeNiro
Fly (?) in your life
Fly (?) in your life
Fly
Welcome to Bashtown, where we put that smash down
The corporation up, ready when the music blast now
{Nigga} I ain't no class clown
I'm just a cash cow
It's Dope House, Latino Velvetism trapped out
Cause I'm a ice breaker
And I'm a odds maker
And I'm a law breaker, jaw breaker, a salt shaker
And that's a hater {hoe}
If you think that's the way to go
Bet you hate yourself too, livin' so deflatable
And I don't need a goon
To hit you with the doom
To bust you in the {pussy} mouth and pop, your balloon
I'm so definitive
Game tight is what I give
The way I kept this {bitch}, finnin' show you how I live
I'm on the next flight
Smokin' on kryptonite
They try to hold the Mexi down, but we gon' get it right
I got some SPM
I got some new Lucky
Some sick Stooie Bros. {shit}, now you gon' really love it
[Refrain: {slowed down}]
So we gon' hold it how we fold it, stack it til the end
Some say "What's upper" to a player made Mexican
So we gon' hold it how we fold it, stack it til the end
Some say "What's upper" to a player made {Mexican...}
Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Ray Bryant, John Anthony Zunino
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.