Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Portal, artist - Caleborate. Date of issue: 06.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
El Portal |
| Tell niggas to get proper when they come around me |
| Tell that bitch to suck seed like motivational speakers |
| I’m a king, so clean, my royal penis on this track |
| Niggas be like «Oh shit that old Caleborate is back.» |
| I’m like «Yo I never left.» |
| Word up my nigga just let me paint that picture |
| I’ve been seeing through my vision, that’s HD |
| Never met a microphone or booth that hate me |
| But these rappers that’s around be the opposite lately |
| I be on sight in the town, getting down over break beats |
| In front of the open mic like the host just left |
| Postal stress, I keep my girl close to best |
| And hold the vest for niggas acting foul with a tech |
| Two shots will get your name all across the neck |
| With no respect, They kill Legends with no regrets |
| They know what’s next |
| My people finna rise like some gym shorts |
| They ought to catch this fade like they taking school pictures |
| Ayo, tell me who the king call when his men fall |
| My shit’s raw like Jigsaw when he’s pissed off |
| Metaphysical pistols when I whip y’all |
| My rims big, my dick long and my bitch tall |
| I live long Born to do this shit, you just brought 2X |
| Ayo Put me on the throne let my nappy hair blow in the breeze with the steez of |
| 10,000 fly niggas |
| High niggas see like the landlord evicting wack shit |
| I be often in my feelings over visuals, would rather stack residuals |
| My niggas still hungry but they ain’t gon let us in |
| I’m the man, i demand a new edition to your plan |
| Need to cool it down or I’ll go Bobby Brown |
| For that paper you a slave and you jump when they amazed |
| Rap raves got rap niggas turning tricks to turn the page Like you want to have |
| Then you want to ask good guys if they can pass supplies |
| It’s too late i’m comatose of the doja |
| Sick of eating scraps i’ll eat these chips off on my shoulder |
| And if you think you fucking with my squad nigga hol up |
| They ain’t got no remedy for niggas tryna mimic me |
| Or tryna stunt my growth I get degree you get diploma |
| We pushing for the top like Mexicans to Arizona |
| Put the team up on my shoulder |