This is the lyrics to a song I wrote. I structured it as a song, as it is.
I’m ‘bout to take a trip to Mehico (Woooo!)
I catch a flight, and they like there he go (Go, Go)
Hundred dollar bills are way up on the dresser, yo
Smoking on that loud, so you know I ain't stressing, no
(No, no, no)
I’m ‘bout to take a trip to Mehico (Woo!)
I catch a flight, and they like there he go
Hundred dollar bills are way up on the dresser, yo (Yeah)
Smoking on that loud, so you know I ain't stressing, no
(No)
Got my passport in my bag, we about to chase a bag
Yeah I get it, you’re a gimmick
Bitch I’m headed for the stash
Got the guala in my pocket and I’m finna do the dash
I’m fuego, ask Diego
I already swiped up all the cash
(Yeah)
No swipin’ no swipin’, I’ve been pipin’ yo wife
And she talk to me about finding exotic places with lighting
So she can take some snapchats (Facts)
So I wrote back
Told her that we could fly to Cancun and kick back
But I’m here now, she ain’t
Oh boy, what a shame
You’s a lame, if you thought I’d spend a dolla on some brain
Need some strain, heard this shit you smoke doesn’t feel the same
I’m in Cancun for the night, then I’m flying to LA
There’s a party everyday, who got the yayo?
Let me say, I got amigos who will pay you very nicely for the grain
Andale, I need it now
Another flight, I’m bout to bounce
They call me Pablo Escobar, the way I transport this shit out
(¡Chupar mi verga!)
(Hook)
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