Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Palo Santo, artist - CrimeApple. Album song Aguardiente, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Manteca
Song language: English
Palo Santo |
| A few Coronas and a dosage but I’m focused, man |
| Testarossas plans bout to bubble, someone shook the soda can |
| Fredrick Krueger when you snoozing, you despise the moment |
| This ain’t the rapper taking classes at the tiger showmans |
| I’m ferocious, make the cheese do the callisthenics |
| Or I just leave it if that’s your preference |
| Less is more, so why say a lot? |
| This shit like spontaneous human combustion, dog, nobody made me hot (Nobody) |
| Eating omelettes in Tulsa, rocking the rattlesnake |
| Guess we had to crack some eggs, all your shit was Fabergé |
| Got me touching poor zingers for the poppy price |
| Got me eating right about the pot at night |
| Arroz con habichuela mi nena give you the cicatriz |
| Pigs pull up, she be like «yo no se» |
| I just dropped the hardest, regardless, ain’t come to quibble with you |
| Twist a missile, everybody floats like when It come get you |
| Nautical challenges, checks and balances, algorithms, the outcome is a coward |
| getting split up without division |
| Envision me doing origami while they scorch your body |
| It’s best not to let them gas you like Dino Ortolani |
| I keep a snake close as Jake in case Jackes surround the place and make me turn |
| this bitch to |
| I pour a glass of draino |
| Some rappers out their braino so I left the casket ready |
| I let a king hear, said to get the pastor ready |
| We network with the Bloods like a capillary (Facts) |
| My homie wearing blue Cripple and he adversary (Facts) |
| Just leave it up to me to make the package heavy |
| Big Ghost said the weight’d probably crack the levees |
| I fly confetti over the celli ducking tackle berries |
| But next year I might be in Glastonbury |
| That’s what funny about my life now |
| But this is how it sounds when the competition imaginary |
| I don’t wanna link and build, I’d rather eat your lunch |
| Gorilla glue and the dutch, something new with the clutch |
| I’m dipping down pally, seeds for the valley |
| Timepiece Ukrainian looking like Vitali |
| Rappers sending shots, I’m sending bombs back |
| Pressure cooker with the nails in it, fuck a long rap |
| I heard every cheap shot, but I don’t got a weak spot |
| I just watch 'em die slow until I smell the meat rot |
| Toss a |
| You hustle for sapatos, I employed the gatos |
| Burn the Palo Santo, hex you then behead the gallo |
| looking like I mighta hit the lotto |
| Small Link like Zelda, |
| Man this shepherds for the lawyer looking Jon Lovitz |
| I went to high school high, now I can teach you something |
| the budget, flooded racy, call me Dick Tracy |
| Yellow trench, metal stench, got this bitch lazy |
| I only rap the water cress, the water stretch, you offer less |
| In less than six months I’m who they call the best (Best) |
| Can’t wait, I’m just trying get my fam straight |
| Get a tan, get my ham glazed, pissing champagne |
| Chickas wanna play but I demand pace |
| From girls who like white girls like Anne Heche |
| Wow |
| Wow |