UnoTheActivist, MozartRick, Ca$tro Guapo - Window lyrics

[UnoTheActivist, MozartRick, Ca$tro Guapo - Window lyrics]

Who that mothafucka all up in my window?
He want the nine, man, end up in the end zone
Ocho Cinco, all my mami's Ocho Cinco
Oye mami, ya tu sabe yo soy lindo

Skrr Skrr
Pull up shoot him like a free throw
That's your main bitch? But
She want me though
She wanna fuck me and wanna
Call for my amigos cause I pull up and I'm
Flexin' all the mirrors
And the plug talkin' count on to the kilo
Yo me voa coger to lo kilos
Oye mami, ya tu sabe yo soy lindo
I'm in the jungle, I got a boner
I do not fumble
I got a strap but I ain't go no rubber
Dressed in all black in the middle of summer
You know I'm gon' come up
I come up like bulge
They keep on want it, this isn't Wanted
I got the shooters dressed in uniforms
I do not trust you, you are an informant
I'm in the back and them diamonds on me
I'm in the back and I'm gettin' it cheap
You are not tricky bitch
You will get cheated
No Michael Jackson, bitch you will get beated
Don't come to this city
Bitch you know I'm 'bout my business
And I keep them racks on
Me just like playin' tennis
Big 'ol bags and I'm in New York
I feel like Biggie
You can fuck her when I'm finished
All day get it
Who that mothafucka all up in my window?
He want the nine, man, end up in the end zone
Ocho Cinco, all my mami's Ocho Cinco
Oye mami, ya tu sabe yo soy lindo

Oye mami, ya tú va veni' conmigo
Te voy llevar a ver mis kilos
Oye, yo, yo, yo, soy tu tipo
I'm tryna wrap them bricks like a burrito
I'mma ship 'em out to Tito en PuerRico
Tito es mi amigo, ‘ya ta listo
Aye, aye, aye, she a

Who that mothafucka all up in my window?
He want the nine, man, end up in the end zone
Ocho Cinco, all my mami's Ocho Cinco
Oye mami, ya tu sabe yo soy lindo

I'm rockin'
Bitch I'm tryna make these bands with
Gettin' super top, bitch call me dange
No cuffin' hoes
I don't know that pussy got me anchored
Vamanos
Gotta beat that pussy 'til it's damaged
Go get a bandage
I'm so conceited cause I'm handsome
Don't try me though
Cause I keep the metal like a magnet
That torpedo
Swear to God that anyone can have
It and throw it up


Watch me catch a body like I catch a cold
Any nigga finna pay the price
Cook a nigga like oregano
Then serve his ass just like
Some steak and rice
Start gettin' money, nigga fuck a ho
I drop like all my hoes
And picked up Betty White
Man, I love that bitch
She got me livin' right
So I'm not used to livin' just like any guy
You bought a metro pass
Because you wanted that
And I'm collectin' racks because
I wanted that you tryna steal my style but
I don't want it back
Now come and get your bitch
If you want her back
She runnin' through the team
She like a running back
And now she off the team
And she ain't comin' back
Who that mothafucka all up in my window?
He want the nine, man, end up in the end zone
Ocho Cinco, all my mami's Ocho Cinco
Oye mami, ya tu sabe yo soy lindo

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