Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Taco Truck, artist - Michael Christmas.
Date of issue: 24.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Taco Truck |
Tuesday night got me searching for the taco’s |
Feeling like a vato flannel buttoned to the top rope |
Niggas at the shows like we with you but bruh you not though |
Cuz I ain’t turning up just need to go and charge my iPhone |
You know that 3 percent, you look around like shit |
Snapchatting new bitches and I gotta see them tits |
And when we get bored smoke with Goodwin on a bench |
On a hunt for good tacos with the salsa and the dip |
I ain’t talking Taco Bell, nigga that ain’t shit |
Need that real cut steak with the lil lime hints |
Fuck with me, Remy Bucksaplenty |
No time to do no hating, we highed up on a mission |
Mom call asking if I’m safe I’m in Brooklyn |
What’s the worst that could happen to a boy just looking |
For the food and the drugs and the hoes and the fun |
Feel like Nas nigga all I need is one. |
So |
Searching for the taco truck, searching for the taco truck |
Complications have arrived cuz the ops on lurk |
And I’m only 19 got this vodka on my shirt |
So we pull a Gucci Mane hit the corner like Skurrttt |
I ain’t ready to go home cuz my stomach gon hurt |
Needa find a Jesus, Or a Juan |
Sip fine wine or corona with the lime |
Soft taco with a lil Daisy on the side |
Spanish girl tryna have a baby on the side |
Instead I’m on the couch cuz we couldn’t find shit |
You never been as sad as a nigga like this |
I’m sending out emoji’s with the red face pissed |
If I say I want a taco get some tacos nigga shit |
And I don’t mean to be belligerent, or ignorant |
Just some nigga shit for my benefit |
But the struggle has been rigorous |
So if you look for me I guarantee you can find me on the search |
Praise the drink, praise the smoke |
Praise the money, praise the hoes |
I believe in oversleeping. |
I believe in Jesus til the weekend |
I believe that masturbating make you blind |
But I think that the world is ugly |
Hate to raise my kids here, but love to ask the girls to fuck me |
Pick a poison, Bret Michaels, go in cycles |
Left my catholic school and headed on a downward spiral |
On the up and up like I was high, cuz I been high |
I believe in telling parents lies |
Keep the relationship, mysterious, and mom if you hearing this |
I’m just acting, this some theater shit |
It don’t happen for no reason |
Everybody need some poison in they lives to keep them breathing |