| The hopeless, Spanish romantic like Zorro
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| Never soft though, the hard core Don Juan Demarco
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| I find y’all lady weak in this, prompt to her eagerness
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| And be fucking her ridiculous, astounded by her fickleness
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| The Villianess, pimp polygamist, bigger bigamist
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| Intelligent as master of kama sutra cunnilingus
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| I leave your thug boyfriend stunned
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| When it comes to fine rappers I’m one of the few you females got to choose from
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| These cheap niggas where y’all find them? |
| (I don’t know)
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| They like promise you a condo, and can’t afford a condom
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| Complained about your man so I robbed him
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| Confused bitches crying like «Chino, please untie him!»
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| The mental Samuel Jackson, the physical Adonis
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| Only sexual with women who can suck the comas out of novels
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| Fuck them 'till their knees wobble
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| My house like a brothel
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| Welcome to the night of the apostle of the lady gospel
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| (Chorus w/ slight variations)
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| If a woman’s heart is an endless ocean of secrets
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| I run scuba teams to the bottom discover jewels and keep it Her body is a violin, I’m the violinist and I compose
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| Her moans are my symphonies I can play the perfect notes
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| Before being famous,
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| Chicks asked to touch my hair seduction’s what the game is I intimidate them cus I’m prettier that they is And in bed I’m gifted,
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| And I assume every woman’s in love with me 'till they tell me different
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| Since preschool ladies thinking that Chi’s cool
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| I fucked the teacher, it’s tragic: a nun
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| The school it was catholic
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| Keeping these women spending money on me Sticking Indian chicks for their dowries
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| Thinking they fine
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| If they married the ghetto Banderas gentlemen call
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| And have mammy’s in-laws tell brides leave their sons at the altar
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| I’m smarter, I’ll marry your daughter: 'Till the morning!
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| I charge pimp niggas for hoes reckless eyeballing (yeah)
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| Ain’t leaving young girls out of it…
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| My dick becoming their pride so naturally gotta make them swallow it I fucked all races, bagged bitches in all places
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| Older chicks, younger chicks… shit, I brought together generations!
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| They get financially gracious,
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| Just to date me on a regular basis
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| With making love I got patience
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| And I’m a dog just like you, in all cases
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| But I can make a woman feel love even coming in their faces
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| (Chorus w/ slight variations)
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| 8 out of every 10 chicks are attracted to me…
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| One is a relative, and the other one a damn liar!
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| Leave your girl alone with me commit vagina-cide
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| Since '99, I’m no longer in pimp denial
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| Cus I’m a playa, plus I fuck a lot
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| Please, I got more hoes then these niggas just in names beginning in A’s
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| Pass on more Trojans they will ever get
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| I’ll have to take Ginko or some shit to remember half the bitches I hit
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| Act a nigga wise! |
| Rap a nigga wise! |
| It’s obvious
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| Son got doe but look how ugly and sloppy he is One girl’s man threatened me with the mafias
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| I laughed and explained in detail where every mole on his white body was
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| Music and sex the only joy
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| When it comes to Trojans been through so many I could invade Helen of Troy
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| Single dominant A-male, getting pussy by mistake
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| How much hate mail can one pretty nigga generate?
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| Wasn’t delicious bullets missing me by little inches
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| Now actress bitches suck my dick and do my dishes
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| +Kiss the Girls+ I’m world renown
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| For collecting bitches bi-coastally without Morgan Freeman hunting me down
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| I’m awesome but you +low-some+… what a damn shame
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| I done heard «Nigga, you fine!"so much I kinda thought that was my name
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| Mr. Perfect impregnates no dame
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| My sperm worth more than uncut cocaine
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| I know why these thugs in these clubs can’t behave
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| Form forty-eight hours the lack of pussy making then brave
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| Never seen a world tour
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| But I’ve fucked like I’ve won Oscars, two Grammy’s and twenty Soul Train Awards
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| (bitch)
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| Squash beef with 'Pac and 'em
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| Cus I was too busy studying pimping under Ice-T and Freddie Foxxx and 'em
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| No jealousy, please dunny it’s just my life
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| Don’t be mad cus your girl would rather by my whore than be your wife
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| (Chorus w/ slight variations)
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| (Chino talking)
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| As if… as if…
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| Yo 'Ziz nigga,… this bitch is gonna ask me
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| «Why the fuck I had her on hold for so long?»
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| I said «Bitch! |
| Don’t you know the silence of me having you on hold is more important than anything
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| any motherfucker on the planet could be saying to you?»
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| It’s just my lifestyle |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chianardo Di Caprio , by - Chino XL. Song from the album I Told You So, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп