Kevin Gates, Percy Keith - Narco Trafficante lyrics
[Kevin Gates, Percy Keith - Narco Trafficante lyrics]
Yo me llamo Luca Brasi ughh
Yo mato por nada
Yo tengo muchas pistolas, cabron
Yo tengo cocaina, marijuana
Y lo que tu necessita numeros bueno
If you having trouble translating what
The fuck I just said, go get Rosetta Stone
Puta, pendejo
Passionate about crack sales
People wonder if I have a cracked head
See OG and freelow
Don't ever call em no crack head
Brap brap, cracked legs, broke ribs
Cracked head
Meat cleaver to the white meat, cracked eggs
Pots, pans, still objects, non-stick
District court nonsense child support
Tryna settle things outta court
Luca Brasi a mobster
Choke your throat in your collarbone
Broken nose and a collarbone
Neck look like a xylophone
Sick of being bothered
Pussy artist you can’t buy a sound
When I was broke I was a joke
I couldn't buy a phone
Wrong number, call a bitch
I get the dial tone
Now my dick been gaining weight
From getting smiled on
Cheeks, cheeks, or should I say no teeth?
Been on the streets for 14 months
And I ain't miss a beat
White girl wasted, a couple want me to cuddle
Need them bills to pay her bill
She love my lil' brother Chuckie
Booty club transaction in traffic
Saying they love it
OG car moving blocks boxing impuddle
Down set hut
Out the huddle I suffer concussions
Wide receiver, pass protection, no
Fumble, touchdown, or nothing, go
Bitch I run the streets, don't talk to police
Say what's my name? Perdoname
No habla ingles
Bitch I run the streets, me no talk to police
Say what's my name? Perdoname
No habla ingles
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi nombre
I know I'm the shit like my
Shit don't have a stench
And all my hoes are ratchet like
I don't have a wrench
And all my hoes are in the game
Like I don't have a bench
And they gimme so much brain
Them hoes don't make no sense
And my white girl in the kitchen
Work her wrist like Rachel Ray
I don't see no black and white
I see 50 shades of grey, yeah
Cocaine and jail, bars story of my life
I got 11 in the car
I hope amigo wrapped 'em right
I don't want these nigga's bitches so
I'mma give 'em back to 'em
But they mouth game exclusive
I'm startin' to get attatched to 'em
Bitches on my dick
I got to ask 'em where my dick is
Shout out to my girlfriend too
Sup girl? I’m good, don’t worry
Benz truck, I'm loving it
I love it so much I fuck in it
Am I tripping or is her pussy talkin'
I swear it just told me to nut in it
Her pussy so tight I'm stuck in it
Feel like she still sucking it
I beat it until it young bleed like her
Nigga what in it
Bitch I run the streets, don't talk to police
Say what's my name? Perdoname
No habla ingles
Bitch I run the streets, me no talk to police
Say what's my name? Perdoname
No habla ingles
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi nombre
Bitch I'm fresh up off my grind
Like a skateboard in this prime
Don't skateboard why lie
Couldn't skateboard if I tried
I like trap houses and kitchens and
Love to fuck with prescriptions
Got a bad bitch and she sickening
You'd prolly guess she a stripper
She kinda tall, got a long weave
Her thighs thick and she slender
She play mean but she really sweet
Got pretty teeth and she tender
My mother's Puerto Rican with pistols
Illegal tender i ain't pussy like the son of
The one on illegal tender
Gates and Gunna bitch you play wit
Lil Cooley I get you injured
Went to school, too busy focused on pigeons
We got suspended boyfriend ugly
Girl I'm too cute to be going duffy
Keep that hifey shit from
Around me in public, could lead to scufflin'
Free zoah li jamalo while
In the Roco republic
Still I thrive in the gutter
Missing lives in the jungle
Pair of cleats dirty feet had
To improvise when I'm bummin'
Booby bump ya on the muscle, can't
Go aside from the hustle, no
Bitch I run the streets, don't talk to police
Say what's my name? Perdoname
No habla ingles
Bitch I run the streets, me no talk to police
Say what's my name? Perdoname
No habla ingles
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi nombre
Yo mato por nada
Yo tengo muchas pistolas, cabron
Yo tengo cocaina, marijuana
Y lo que tu necessita numeros bueno
If you having trouble translating what
The fuck I just said, go get Rosetta Stone
Puta, pendejo
Passionate about crack sales
People wonder if I have a cracked head
See OG and freelow
Don't ever call em no crack head
Brap brap, cracked legs, broke ribs
Cracked head
Meat cleaver to the white meat, cracked eggs
Pots, pans, still objects, non-stick
District court nonsense child support
Tryna settle things outta court
Luca Brasi a mobster
Choke your throat in your collarbone
Broken nose and a collarbone
Neck look like a xylophone
Sick of being bothered
Pussy artist you can’t buy a sound
When I was broke I was a joke
I couldn't buy a phone
Wrong number, call a bitch
I get the dial tone
Now my dick been gaining weight
From getting smiled on
Cheeks, cheeks, or should I say no teeth?
Been on the streets for 14 months
And I ain't miss a beat
White girl wasted, a couple want me to cuddle
Need them bills to pay her bill
She love my lil' brother Chuckie
Booty club transaction in traffic
Saying they love it
OG car moving blocks boxing impuddle
Down set hut
Out the huddle I suffer concussions
Wide receiver, pass protection, no
Fumble, touchdown, or nothing, go
Bitch I run the streets, don't talk to police
Say what's my name? Perdoname
No habla ingles
Bitch I run the streets, me no talk to police
Say what's my name? Perdoname
No habla ingles
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi nombre
I know I'm the shit like my
Shit don't have a stench
And all my hoes are ratchet like
I don't have a wrench
And all my hoes are in the game
Like I don't have a bench
And they gimme so much brain
Them hoes don't make no sense
And my white girl in the kitchen
Work her wrist like Rachel Ray
I don't see no black and white
I see 50 shades of grey, yeah
Cocaine and jail, bars story of my life
I got 11 in the car
I hope amigo wrapped 'em right
I don't want these nigga's bitches so
I'mma give 'em back to 'em
But they mouth game exclusive
I'm startin' to get attatched to 'em
Bitches on my dick
I got to ask 'em where my dick is
Shout out to my girlfriend too
Sup girl? I’m good, don’t worry
Benz truck, I'm loving it
I love it so much I fuck in it
Am I tripping or is her pussy talkin'
I swear it just told me to nut in it
Her pussy so tight I'm stuck in it
Feel like she still sucking it
I beat it until it young bleed like her
Nigga what in it
Bitch I run the streets, don't talk to police
Say what's my name? Perdoname
No habla ingles
Bitch I run the streets, me no talk to police
Say what's my name? Perdoname
No habla ingles
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi nombre
Bitch I'm fresh up off my grind
Like a skateboard in this prime
Don't skateboard why lie
Couldn't skateboard if I tried
I like trap houses and kitchens and
Love to fuck with prescriptions
Got a bad bitch and she sickening
You'd prolly guess she a stripper
She kinda tall, got a long weave
Her thighs thick and she slender
She play mean but she really sweet
Got pretty teeth and she tender
My mother's Puerto Rican with pistols
Illegal tender i ain't pussy like the son of
The one on illegal tender
Gates and Gunna bitch you play wit
Lil Cooley I get you injured
Went to school, too busy focused on pigeons
We got suspended boyfriend ugly
Girl I'm too cute to be going duffy
Keep that hifey shit from
Around me in public, could lead to scufflin'
Free zoah li jamalo while
In the Roco republic
Still I thrive in the gutter
Missing lives in the jungle
Pair of cleats dirty feet had
To improvise when I'm bummin'
Booby bump ya on the muscle, can't
Go aside from the hustle, no
Bitch I run the streets, don't talk to police
Say what's my name? Perdoname
No habla ingles
Bitch I run the streets, me no talk to police
Say what's my name? Perdoname
No habla ingles
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi nombre
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