| Y’all some little putitos
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| Bite my style like mosquitos
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| Got more cheese than Cheetos
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| More paper than Office Depot
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| Tamale Kingpin, culero
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| En el groupo Los Traileros
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| Got a rooster on my side
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| Lil' Cleto, that’s his name
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| Little diamonds on my chain
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| Bigger diamonds on my ring
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| Other one is on my chankla, ridin'
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| Awesome, don’t stop us
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| Baby Bash, you don’t know
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| We just barely met ya ho
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| Took her back to Mexico (Subate!)
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| Diamonds, platinum, how we shine
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| You don’t wanna see us pull out our .45's
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| Diamonds on my wrist that’ll make you go blind
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| Cover your eyes, you don’t wanna go blind
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| You see me at the pulga, you don’t see me at the mall
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| I started to run fast, but the mira made me fall
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| You got dientes de follo
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| Now you can see me at the grocery or see me at the mall
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| Don’t see me in the county jail or juvenile hall
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| Do see me a little bit here
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| Do see me a little bit there
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| Everytime you see a player, yeah, I got that in the air
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| You can see me ride in the F-650
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| Fat sacs and a Glock now with me
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| Homeboy, I’m live on 3D
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| Backstage at the box, and I’m blowin' on fire
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| Look, I’m a private jet flyer
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| I could make you say, «Look, that’s him»
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| Fresh, dressed with a tilted grim
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| Throwback hat with a tilted rim
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| Sippin' on lean, so I’m tilted then
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| Everyday, all day, eat steak and shrimp
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| Hittin' your girl til my thang so limp
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| Plenty of game, so I ain’t so symp
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| So these hoes come ride my Pony
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| Can’t sign on the line
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| Cause you hoes can’t own me
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| Put it all on the table
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| Fool, let’s count this money
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| From the land of the milk and honey
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| Just ask Bash, we livin' lovely
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| I ride with rancheros
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| And roll with cold pistoleros
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| And hang with Ghetto Vaqueros
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| Because I’m all about pesos
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| And all I wanna do is keep ya fly
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| I don’t really wanna hurt no boi
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| Just grab me and put a piece of the pie
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| Baby Bash, you never lie
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| With alligator persuaders
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| We beatin' down, lay bootleggers
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| And keeping it so major, player
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| That them (?) best beware
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| Cause I don’t know what you heard
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| Hit me on my Nextel at church
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| So I can give you the word
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| Where they get tamales and birds
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| Federalis, cause they lurk
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| Don’t hang out with them weirdo jerks
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| Hit the valley, go pick up work
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| On Sunday, go to my abuela’s church
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| Baby Beeshy, what the feezy
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| Who said purple pimpin' ain’t easy
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| Baby Beeshy, what the feezy
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| Who said purple pimpin' ain’t easy
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| Chingo, Fade, got it made
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| Slanging elote, lemonade
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| Chingo, Fade, got it made
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| Slanging elote, lemonade |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song See Me at the Pulga , by - Baby Bash. Song from the album Ultimate Cartel, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп