| Yo me llamo Luca Brasi
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| Ughh
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| Yo mato por nada
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| Yo tengo muchas pistolas, cabron
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| Yo tengo cocaina, marijuana, y lo que tu necessita
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| Numeros bueno
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| If you having trouble translating what the fuck I just said, go get Rosetta
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| Stone
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| Puta, pendejo
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| Passionate about crack sales, people wonder if I have a cracked head
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| See OG and freelow, don’t ever call em no crack head
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| Brap brap, cracked legs, broke ribs, cracked head
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| Meat cleaver to the white meat, cracked eggs
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| Pots, pans, still objects, non-stick, district court
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| Nonsense child support, tryna settle things outta court
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| Luca brasi a mobster, choke ya throat in ya collarbone
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| Broken nose and a collarbone, neck look like an xylophone
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| Sick a being bothered pussy artist you can buy a song
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| When I was broke I was a joke, I couldn’t buy a phone
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| Wrong number, call a bitch, I get the dial tone
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| Now my dick been gaining weight from getting smiled on
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| Cheeks, cheeks, or should I say no teeth
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| Been on the streets for 14 months and I ain’t miss a beat
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| White girl wasted, a couple want me to cuddle
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| Need them bills to pay her bill, she love my lil' brother Chuckie
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| Booty club transaction in traffic saying they love it
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| OG car moving blocks boxing impuddle
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| Down set hut, out the hood I suffer concussions
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| Why receive a past protection, no fumble, touchdown, or nothin, go
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| Bitch I run the streets, don’t talk to police
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| Say what’s my name perdon mi no habla ingles
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| Bitch I run the streets, mi no talk to police
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| Say what’s my name perdon mi no habla ingles
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| Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
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| Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre
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| Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
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| Te quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre
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| I know I’m the shit like my shit don’t have a stench
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| And all my hoes are ratchet like I don’t have a wrench
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| And all my hoes are in the game like I don’t have a bench
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| And they gimme so much brain, them hoes don’t make no sense
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| And my white girl in the kitchen work her wrist like Rachel Ray
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| I don’t see no black and white, I see 50 shades of grey, yeah
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| Cocaine and jail, bars story of my life
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| I got 11 in the car, I hope amigo wrapped 'em right
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| I don’t want these nigga’s bitches so I’m a give 'em back to 'em
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| But they mouth game exclusive, I’m startin' to get attatched to 'em
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| Bitches on my dick, I got to ask 'em where my dick is
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| Shout out to my girlfriend, act like you ain’t catch that
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| Benz truck, I’m loving it, I love it so much I fuck in it
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| Am I tripping or is her pussy talkin', I swear it just told me to nut in it
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| Her pussy so tight I’m stuck in it, feel like she still sucking it
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| I beat it until it young bleed like her, nigga what in it
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| Bitch I’m fresh up off my grind like a skateboard in this prime
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| Don’t skateboard why lie, couldn’t skateboard if I tried
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| I like trap houses and kitchens and love to fuck with prescriptions
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| Got a bad bitch and she sickening, you’d prolly guess she a stripper
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| She kinda tall, got a long weave, her thighs thick and she slender
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| She play mean but she really sweet, got pretty teeth and she tender
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| My mother’s Puerto Rican with pistols, illegal tender
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| I ain’t pussy like the son of the one on illegal tender
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| Gason Donald bitch you play Willy Cooley I get you injured
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| Went to school, too busy focused on pigeons, we got suspended
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| Boyfriend ugly, girl I’m too cute to be going duffy
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| Keep that hifey shit from around me in public, could lead to scufflin'
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| Free zoah and lil jamalo while in the Roco republic
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| Still I thrive in the gutter, missing lives in the jungle
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| Pair of cleates dirty feet had to improvise when I’m bummy
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| Boobly bump you on the muscle, can’t go aside from the hustle, no |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Narco Trafficante , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Luca Brasi Story, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп