| Narcissistic catch me staring in a puddle
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| Like yes I am the man that’s the rest there’s no rebuttal
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| Started out so subtle with my finger in her butt hole
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| Like welcome to the jungle baby I don’t want to cuddle
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| You’re tryna fall in love baby I don’t want to stumble
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| I’m the Iron Sheik, camel clutch it 'til she’s humble
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| My Africans be blocking so I call that girl Matumbo
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| My hood bitch from the N.O. |
| give me head and make me gumbo
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| Now when she in the bed in my head I hear a drum roll
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| She lick me 'til I’m dead on my balls she do the tongue roll
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| And when I’m done bro I’mma leave a hundo
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| Eyes close same time as the sun rose
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| Lungs boast held more grass than compost
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| And Nacho’s going post all your honchos
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| And real villain’s get ghost in white Broncos
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| Nacho’s Modern Life so motherfuck Rocko’s
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| Double crossed, the Devil tried to forge my signature
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| Y’all missed the big picture, wallet-size miniatures
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| Arrogant, immature American literature
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| Flow so stunning, Stone Cold finisher
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| I’m Detroit Red, don’t try to Brother Malcolm me
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| I can raise the dead call it full metal alchemy
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| Fool kept on doubting me I flew him from the balcony
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| I’m flier than a Valkyrie he should of grew some falcon wings
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| I count salaries, she count calories
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| Count whatever you want, but can’t count on me
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| Cause I be half baked, yes Cuban B
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| See Nacho P, uh-oh, loan me D (Cuban B)
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| I’m the shit ain’t I? |
| Yes, true indeed
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| Now who influence me? |
| Money, hoes, blowing weed
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| (Nacho… Nacho… Nacho…) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song American Literature , by - Nacho Picasso. Song from the album Black Narcissus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп