NO PANTY - Hola lyrics

I’m in that new whip, inside coca
Hop up out that pretty mothafucka like
"¡Hola!"

Please to meet you
How you doing? Let's get this shit started
I've been faced with obstacles my
Whole life hit the target
I pray to God, I'm always asking God
"Why don't you answer?"
I live in sin, I love a stripper
She my private dancer
They only see the celebrations
Keep in mind there's struggles
Watch the players on ya team
Look at they face in huddles
They hid my plate
I was stuck between a rock and hard place
Bam, bam, my fathers name is Barney Ruble
Went to Barneys 'cause my shorty
Got the 50 discount
She work for corporate, fuck it
Still selling work out this bitch' house
Of course I'm mad the Knicks ain't
Win a chip since '73
Of course you mad your baby
Mother wanna fuck with me
I got some anger issues
Only pussy calm me down
I'm from the East side
Spanish Harlem’s only golden child
I'm only into fast money
That slow hustle trash
I see my lawyer once a month
And bring that duffle bag
These rappers frauds
When you see them it's the hugs and fives
Been playing 2k since 2000
Now ya’ll changing lives
Asking "how the fuck this Latin
Rapping like no other"
That papi spitting, written feel it realer
Word to mother
I don't need your validations
Or your top-ten rap picks
I don't need the freshman cover Class
To make a classic fuck the votes
I don't parle with the politicians
My paroles
All the homies coming out the prison
Fuck the system
They designed a plan for me to fail
And while we wait for the second coming
I'm raising hell

I’m in that new whip, inside coca
Hop up out that pretty mothafucka like
"¡Hola! ¡Hola! ¡Hola! ¡Hola!"
Say hi to a boss, bitch, a boss, bitch
Say hi to a boss, bitch, a boss, bitch
Say hi to a boss, bitch, a boss, bitch
Say hi to a boss, bitch, a boss, bitch

Y'all know what it is
If you don't put on ya sets belt
Fat Latin rapper
You spazzing but you gon need help
Labels try to label a nigga
You know how we felt
They don't see the sandwich
But they'll show up when the cheese melt
Dagnabit, I'm back at it, a crack habit
Laying vocals on the top floor
Like a rap attic i knew I'd run this shit
I bought a track jacket black maxes
And a starter pistol let it clap lapping
Everybody like Micheal Phelps after
A dab package took em to school and rocked
Yea I Jack Blacked it thought I was joking
When y'all laughed at it i was DEAD serious
Now my competition attract maggots
When my city ain't fit in
Who brought it back snapping
I Put New York on my back
Yankee cap backwards always showed up
Sho nuff I’m the last dragon
Stacking cats in bags
While y'all was Kat stacking
This is God’s work and hard work
When this pen in my hand
It's Henny and Cran' bar work
When I converse it's a All Star Converse
Tailored to make niggas chuck
Deuces and long hearse sorry won't fly
Can't spell apologize without looking at an
Appalled OG before your eyes
They say Business is business
Can't take it personal
What if you made it your
Business to take it personal
All of y'all can get it
This business ain't one personal
A 16s merciful god forbid a 32
64s war Saw 1-4 surgical
Any more a have ya core
Fans search Earth for you
See my name got way more than respect on it
I got fear on it, not even the best want it
So come for me like a bench warrant
I warrant the bench for you have you at
The game but not dressed for it

I’m in that new whip, inside coca
Hop up out that pretty mothafucka like
"¡Hola! ¡Hola! ¡Hola! ¡Hola!"
Say hi to a boss bitch a boss bitch
Say hi to a boss bitch, a boss bitch
Say hi to a boss bitch, a boss bitch
Say hi to a boss bitch, a boss bitch

I'm in the summer V, no stubble, we buttery
AH cop trees
Chop cheese when I fuck with the AHKS
Niggas think they wrote the book
But it's more like a pamphlet
Brujeria, I could heal up your
Soul or I snatch it, aH
Sometimes I'm over your head
But nigga imma get across like
It's over your bed
I just get PAN, fuck wit a DON
And never really let these niggas
Know what I'm on
Cause he could go from papi to pendejo
Nigga real quick
Now he calling me Perico, I don’t feel shit
It was 40, made 120, that’s a real flip
And I been around the world
Without a deal bitch
Cause my father chose a goddess from the isla
She bump Celia Cruz and Lisa Lisa
They went on half the kid, the Angelita
Dangle little spanglish, that's AFRO LATINA
Rest in peace abuela, never got to tell her
Hope you found your pleasure
Know your life was a novella
Pullin' on your rosary
Praying that-it get better
But, Imma do it MEGA, meet you in MECCA
I got the proof that little Buddha
Be the truth in this
Ludacris, smooth I'm movin' with you'd
Think it's lube in this
I'm cooler than Cool J, how I'm doin' it
Well done, Peter Luger shit
A nigga lucrative

I’m in that new whip, inside coca
Hop up out that pretty mothafucka like
"¡Hola! ¡Hola! ¡Hola! ¡Hola!"
Say hi to a boss, bitch, a boss, bitch
Say hi to a boss, bitch, a boss, bitch
Say hi to a boss, bitch, a boss, bitch
Say hi to a boss, bitch, a boss, bitch