Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song San Diego 2010, artist - KXNG Crooked. Album song The Sixteen Chapel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hitmaker
Song language: English
San Diego 2010 |
Tell my connects they can meet me in San Diego |
Tequila at the table 1942 Don Julio that añejo |
Chillin wit my matinée hoe |
That mean she only wit me for the afternoon met her in San Mateo |
Anyway I’m just here to grab the payload |
Packaged yayo and not to captain save hoes |
Passenger seat of the Rover my homie told me the seats look like they made of |
alligator look closer no bruh that’s cobra |
Leaning on you snakes my shooter is my chauffeur |
The holster wrapped over his shoulder just like a toga |
Smoking with the windows lowered I blow out a chem-trail |
Going to meet a plug my cousin gave me the intel |
Fish scale nigga that lives well but keeps it under the radar |
Driving by narcs cars in a smart car |
But I don’t know him from Adam could be a dirty snitch |
The thought of new money is tempting |
Eve was a curvy bitch |
Pulled up to his house it was small but yo I heard he’s rich |
Chillin in his garage with some dirty kicks showed me 30 bricks |
What the fuck I’m feeling like it’s a setup |
He showing me all this product and we just met up |
Told my killa keep his head up got a couple of things to clarify |
Text my cousin is this nigga solid I had to verify |
Gave me the thumbs up I’m thinking if this nigga jam us |
We bustin I ain’t with clickin hammers on hidden cameras |
But I guess he showed us the coca to prove he didn’t scam us |
Behind the scenes the hustle ain’t Hollywood glitz and glamor |
I told him let’s speak further and make the plan Kevlar |
I’m headed back to my suite the Fairmont Grand Del Mar |
It’s time to clean it up switch into some more clothes |
Trade the hoodie for the sports coat and go get some more hoes |
Pull up to the Gaslamp District hop out the door close |
Lord knows I’m cleaner than a Baptist preacher |
Hard bottoms walking across sidewalks sounding like Morse code |
Glad to meet ya yeah nice to meet ya this like a night in Egypt |
The warm breeze followed us in the club we swiped Visas |
Babu like a Khalid album she got the right features |
Tight ass skirt thick legs Christian Dior anklet |
The scent of her perfume wrapped her body up like a warm blanket |
Shake it to the rhythm i envision her form naked |
Staring at her eyes when I’m talking that make it more sacred |
Took her back to the telly to enjoy the womb never trippin |
I got my goon on the adjoining room never slippin |
I told her ditch the phone cuz this isn’t an insta moment the pistol the only |
thing we point and zoom we hella different |
I could tell you all a little more about this whore or the wire that she wore |
Or the drug dealer I mentioned from before |
What if he kicked in the door trying to score that duffel bag that’s on my floor |
But nah he was just mad rich and she’s just a bad bitch |
And I used to get cash quick but I left it in the past for this rap shit |