Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flaco, artist - Emilio Rojas. Album song No Shame... No Regrets, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Same Plate Entertainment
Song language: English
Flaco |
Yeah, I’m young and Venezuelan and I’m coming for the greatest |
I’m listening to Pun, now that’s my fucking inspiration |
Living in the Heights and kicking it with my Dominicans |
I’m in La Marina every weekend where the women is |
Wifey ain’t a citizen but she got her papers |
Wake up in the morning and she making me arepas |
Viejos on the corner, arguing about the basics |
All they wanna do is stay away from immigration, yeah |
And we just wanna trade green cards for black cards |
And get out of the hood into a crib that got a backyard |
On my block, I’m like a fucking OG |
Everyone that hold keys make a point to know me |
Little mama 14 but got an ass and now they yelling boca |
That just mean the cops passing, mami isn’t loca |
She just got a lot of passion, table with the hookah |
And that money get to flashing and now they call me… |
Flaco, flaco and in the Heights, they yelling tato, tato |
That’s what they saying now |
Uptown where my people getting down |
Where they moving all the haze by the ounce |
And everybody call me flaco, flaco |
And little mama wanna drop low, drop low |
That’s what she doing to me, mami loca |
Give it to me, toma, yeah, I thought that I told ya |
And now we Uptown, we out in Audubon |
And I be speeding in that bitch like it’s an Autobahn |
There ain’t no rollie on my wrist, I got an Audemar |
Baby, time is money, any second, coulda bought a car |
Used to call me spic to take away my dreaming |
And now I’m saying spic so I could take away the meaning |
They loving all our women but they hate the way we speaking |
No one love you better than a crazy ass Latina |
Abuela made a feast that got me rushing home |
Before I leave, I kiss her and I tell her bendición |
I be in Caracas, I be out in Barcelon |
I’m eating them cachapas, I be eating patacon |
Everywhere I go, I’m known, you find me in Miami |
I’m into winning trials, I ain’t into winning Grammies |
Do it for my people and I do it for my family |
Now the way I’m speaking, everybody understand me |
And now they call me… |