Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Narco Trafficante, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Luca Brasi Story, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Narco Trafficante |
Yo me llamo Luca Brasi |
Ughh |
Yo mato por nada |
Yo tengo muchas pistolas, cabron |
Yo tengo cocaina, marijuana, y lo que tu necessita |
Numeros bueno |
If you having trouble translating what the fuck I just said, go get Rosetta |
Stone |
Puta, pendejo |
Passionate about crack sales, people wonder if I have a cracked head |
See OG and freelow, don’t ever call em no crack head |
Brap brap, cracked legs, broke ribs, cracked head |
Meat cleaver to the white meat, cracked eggs |
Pots, pans, still objects, non-stick, district court |
Nonsense child support, tryna settle things outta court |
Luca brasi a mobster, choke ya throat in ya collarbone |
Broken nose and a collarbone, neck look like an xylophone |
Sick a being bothered pussy artist you can buy a song |
When I was broke I was a joke, I couldn’t buy a phone |
Wrong number, call a bitch, I get the dial tone |
Now my dick been gaining weight from getting smiled on |
Cheeks, cheeks, or should I say no teeth |
Been on the streets for 14 months and I ain’t miss a beat |
White girl wasted, a couple want me to cuddle |
Need them bills to pay her bill, she love my lil' brother Chuckie |
Booty club transaction in traffic saying they love it |
OG car moving blocks boxing impuddle |
Down set hut, out the hood I suffer concussions |
Why receive a past protection, no fumble, touchdown, or nothin, go |
Bitch I run the streets, don’t talk to police |
Say what’s my name perdon mi no habla ingles |
Bitch I run the streets, mi no talk to police |
Say what’s my name perdon mi no habla ingles |
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante |
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre |
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante |
Te quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre |
I know I’m the shit like my shit don’t have a stench |
And all my hoes are ratchet like I don’t have a wrench |
And all my hoes are in the game like I don’t have a bench |
And they gimme so much brain, them hoes don’t make no sense |
And my white girl in the kitchen work her wrist like Rachel Ray |
I don’t see no black and white, I see 50 shades of grey, yeah |
Cocaine and jail, bars story of my life |
I got 11 in the car, I hope amigo wrapped 'em right |
I don’t want these nigga’s bitches so I’m a give 'em back to 'em |
But they mouth game exclusive, I’m startin' to get attatched to 'em |
Bitches on my dick, I got to ask 'em where my dick is |
Shout out to my girlfriend, act like you ain’t catch that |
Benz truck, I’m loving it, I love it so much I fuck in it |
Am I tripping or is her pussy talkin', I swear it just told me to nut in it |
Her pussy so tight I’m stuck in it, feel like she still sucking it |
I beat it until it young bleed like her, nigga what in it |
Bitch I’m fresh up off my grind like a skateboard in this prime |
Don’t skateboard why lie, couldn’t skateboard if I tried |
I like trap houses and kitchens and love to fuck with prescriptions |
Got a bad bitch and she sickening, you’d prolly guess she a stripper |
She kinda tall, got a long weave, her thighs thick and she slender |
She play mean but she really sweet, got pretty teeth and she tender |
My mother’s Puerto Rican with pistols, illegal tender |
I ain’t pussy like the son of the one on illegal tender |
Gason Donald bitch you play Willy Cooley I get you injured |
Went to school, too busy focused on pigeons, we got suspended |
Boyfriend ugly, girl I’m too cute to be going duffy |
Keep that hifey shit from around me in public, could lead to scufflin' |
Free zoah and lil jamalo while in the Roco republic |
Still I thrive in the gutter, missing lives in the jungle |
Pair of cleates dirty feet had to improvise when I’m bummy |
Boobly bump you on the muscle, can’t go aside from the hustle, no |