Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pablo, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 27.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pablo |
| Just about anybody who used cocaine in the 90s and 80s |
| Was using Pablo Escobar’s product |
| Escobar was probably the most violent |
| The most ferocious criminal that has ever lived |
| Money stacked up like Pablo |
| Peso after peso |
| You don’t want to war with Pablo |
| They’ll kill you when he say so |
| Touch down with it like Pablo |
| In Zone 6, I’m Pablo |
| Diamonds on my neck like Pablo |
| And the feds on my ass like Pablo |
| Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
| Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
| Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
| Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
| Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
| Pablo Esco |
| Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
| You don’t want to go to war with Pablo |
| Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Esco |
| Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Esco |
| You don’t want to war with Pablo |
| Feds on my ass like Pablo |
| Touch down with the dope like Pablo |
| In Zone 6, I’m Pablo |
| Stop the track! |
| Salute to El Chapo |
| 21 gun salute, R.I.P. |
| Griselda Blanco |
| Peso, euro, all about dinero |
| Tailored suit like Pablo, time to sell this yayo |
| Guwop, call me Pablo |
| Box-load of bricks with a bar code |
| I could cook a dude something with a blindfold |
| Mail your head to your mama with your eyes closed |
| Pablo life, got them Pablo prices |
| And I’m keeping steady, so I’m Pablo icy |
| And the whole crew like it if Pablo like it |
| El Guwop drop trying to outsell Nike |
| Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
| It’s silver or lead. |
| Yeah, that’s my motto |
| Young Scooter, my vato |
| Ferrari, my auto |
| Head honcho, house so big they think I hit the lotto |
| Money stacked up like Pablo |
| Peso after peso |
| You don’t want to war with Pablo |
| They’ll kill you when he say so |
| Touch down with it like Pablo |
| In Zone 6, I’m Pablo |
| Diamonds on my neck like Pablo |
| And the feds on my ass like Pablo |
| Extendos, cinnamon rolls, Pillsbury big biscuits |
| 7 .62s, and 5 .56s |
| Telling is prohibited, snitches witness |
| Turn a blind eye and a deaf ear |
| You probably want to mind your business |
| Act like you can’t see or hear |
| A-tisket, a-tasket |
| Now the fuck nigga in the casket |
| My money stretch like elastic |
| Serving that tragic magic |
| That nasal candy, that nostril dust |
| You don’t really want to go to war with us |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
| Bringing in work in U-Haul trucks |
| Got more bags than Kris Kringle (Santa) |
| Puffing on a spliff of Bullwinkle (spinach) |
| Manipulate a broad with the lingo (slang) |
| She let me hit it we ain’t even have to mingle (game) |
| All up in her panties like a single |
| Put it down like a Mandingo (beat 'em) |
| Having my chips like Reno (feddy) |
| Guns longer than the neck on a flamingo (thumpers) |
| If you’re ready already, then you ain’t gotta get ready |
| I’m out here selling that Becky, bout my chalupa, my feddy |
| Hoping the law don’t catch me grittin' out here pushing that white |
| Serving fiends, smoking out of homemade pipes |
| I’m a thug from the mud, I’ve got the block in my blood |
| I’ll take the top off the bottle and drink up all of the suds |
| Down and dirty bout mine, I’ll put some cheese on your thoughts |
| Some bread on your head, no matter the cost, my |
| Money stacked up like Pablo |
| Peso after peso |
| You don’t want to war with Pablo |
| They’ll kill you when he say so |
| Touch down with it like Pablo |
| In Zone 6, I’m Pablo |
| Diamonds on my neck like Pablo |
| And the feds on my ass like Pablo |
| My big brother, the dope man |
| 5 straps like Bruh Man |
| It’s Pablo and the pimp man |
| Tax a bitch like Uncle Sam |
| Fuck niggas be like «aw man» |
| Cause we young niggas and we getting it |
| And y’all niggas is jealous |
| Cause y’all niggas ain’t getting shit |
| I say yes, nigga, indeed |
| I dress better than I read |
| Shine gold teeth when I chief |
| Pick your eyes up when I speak |
| Got that big ranch, real horses |
| Y’all niggas blue cheese |
| Only talk big money, with real niggas |
| Y’all niggas too cheap |
| Pablo! |
| Money stacked up like Pablo |
| Peso after peso |
| You don’t want to war with Pablo |
| They’ll kill you when he say so |
| Touch down with it like Pablo |
| In Zone 6, I’m Pablo |
| Diamonds on my neck like Pablo |
| And the feds on my ass like Pablo |
| Escobar did not fear Colombian authorities |
| But he did fear American justice, and American prisons |
| When he could not get the law changed |
| To keep him from being brought to trial in the U.S., |
| He tried to kill the lawmakers |