Lyrics '89 Dope Spot - Nacho Picasso

'89 Dope Spot

I match my niggas but I still feel niggaless
I’m the black Caesar, my fade like Caligula’s
Just got on my feet like I fractured my fibulas
Finally got some paper and mashed on the frivolous
Chivalry is dead, put that ass on my stimulus
Give my dick a kiss then I mash on your mini miss
Hope your nigga spin and crash off the skinny cliff
Get a whiff of this, probably half think I’m Jimmy Cliff
Smokin' good kush, that’s if you catch my drift
Wearin' Marty McFlys, I smash on that nigga Biff
I didn’t win it, 'til I nigga rigged it
Rap’s Tony Bennett, bony, ignant, OG, bigot
If her booty’s big enough I’d probably do a midget
Just throw her in my kitchen, like ooh that’s fuckin' bitchin'
I snatch her by her weave, bust a good one in her kitchen
Now she need a perm, I ain’t even ask permission
Ho said she never comin' back, I said, «I hope not»
Pussy batter ram like an '89 dope spot
8, 8, '89 dope spot
8, 8, '89 dope spot
She’ll suck your cock but she’ll also do blow off it
Fuck hot topic bitch I’m so off topic
I’ma chop shop it, drop top it, pop pop it
Drink this molotov cocktail, dog stop it
Fuck Toby, it’s Nacho Kente
Fucked every female and your fam machete
And I don’t speak Spanish but damn I leche
Any lil' bitch’s trust fund that let me
And I don’t take vitamins or eat my veggies
Just stay in her vajayjay just like a wedgie
Got drunk and started rantin', somethin' like Ray J
Said it’s the money team, bitch, roll up or get away
These niggas catchin' Zs like they’re Zorro The Gay Blade
These suckers say they’re wavy, couldn’t surf on my brain wave