Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Benjamin Segal, artist - Nacho Picasso. Album song For the Glory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nacho
Song language: English
Benjamin Segal |
| Raised by wolves you a fool, boy |
| Bit my swag, you thief you |
| Turn your beef to beef stew |
| We don’t believe you |
| Like an African girl being they beef, too |
| You’re common and I stick out like buck teeth do |
| And I’m stuck up like buckwheats do |
| Fuck me, lucky you I spit fire and duck heat, too |
| Don’t make me teach your ass a lesson, I don’t wanna be school |
| Niggas call me Bob the builder cause I’m probably with tools |
| Guess class is in session I’m the substitute |
| Threw his ass out the window like the substitute |
| All that shooting in air is just a gun salute |
| Put your girl on her knees make your hon' salute |
| Said she love Nacho P heard he hung cute |
| And after the colonel she gon' fuck the troops |
| Run back to the girls give 'em all the scoop |
| Fill their Louis handbags up with guns and loot |
| Nacho |
| Benjamin Segal, cinnamon Regal |
| Dirty money legal, just like The Flamingo |
| Your girlie want to mingle with me and my amigos |
| If I go, he go, she go, we go |
| Tried to stop smoking what was I thinking? |
| Stay half-baked call me Thurgood Jenkins |
| When I’m in the east coast they think I’m Puerto Rican |
| I be shooting quarters on the corner drinking |
| No I’m not Cuban, but yes we’re linking |
| Police know I’m reeking trying to peek in my Lincoln |
| Eleven in the a.m. I’m smoking I’m drinking |
| I probably was speeding I was late for the meeting |
| Get out of this game? |
| I don’t see no way |
| I be talking to myself like Carlito’s Way |
| If I die today, it’ll be okay |
| I treat Hell like a honey comb hideaway |
| Matter fact I’m on my way Devil the day |
| I pull up smirk at niggas, then drive away |
| Surf’s up babe better ride the wave |
| I’m light-skinned bitch, I would die for waves |
| You can’t be serious |
| You’re a little fish splash, splash, splash |
| I’m a shark, bank account body count |
| I got you beat on all counts |
| I am the ever present threat lurking just out of sight |
| By the time you realize I’m there it’ll be too late |
| I will drag you down, like that bitch at the beginning of Jaws |