| True to kids, bow the heads, we boo to piss
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| Blew a kiss, blew the crew, and you 'boo' that bitch
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| Boo that bitch, all we did was move the bitch
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| I’m superstish (superstitious), and I’m on a map like a tourist
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| I’m too legit, say my bars like Ludacris
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| Xanni bars, too true to this
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| Foolishness, pure goulishness
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| I’ll ring your bell like school dismissed
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| Scoop ya sis and keep her high like stewardess
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| I’m the substitute in the fuckin coupe
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| I fucked her too, cuz I’m fuckin cute
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| Skydivin' with a fucked up 'shute (Ohhhhh)
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| You’re fine dining where I took my poop
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| I eat lightning with a fucked up tooth
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| Hot pockets still burn my roof
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| My hands shake, like I’m scared to shoot
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| You been a scrub, you still aloof
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| You might be match’n, but you still a goof
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| I can’t lie n still the truth
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| I’ll be fuckin coo-coo to fuck witchu
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| I’m not amused, I drug abuse
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| But I am a muse to a lot of you
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| I’m damn confused, but proud of you
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| I’m mad at you, I’m like dad to you
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| I’m just glad I established you
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| It’s mewtwo to a pikachu
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| Didn’t think it through? |
| Throw a book at you
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| Shoulda took the cue, now look at you
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| So who really runs the city man?
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| Nacho
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| Who got 8 holes and coke in his nose?
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| Nacho
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| Who got cobain’s and gucci veins?
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| Nacho
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| I’m with the shit, said Mr. Fact
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| Im hidden, packed
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| I’m fritzed and capped
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| I’m in the trap, I’m wearin' Shaq’s
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| DM’d your bitch, and she hit me back
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| Hit a lap, all in the 'lac
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| From the back, I’ll pull out tracks
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| Duck tales, scooby snacks
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| Big booty, racks, throwin' jumping jacks
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| I’m a lumberjack in a snapback
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| Ima horde your bitch, I’m a pack rat
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| Like Baghdad mixed with black flags
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| Black flag, mixed with pack draft
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| Bad draft mixed with witchcraft
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| I’m a flat raft as this shit pass
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| Hope the clip last and don’t slip fast
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| Lil' fuckin brats, wearin' bucket hats
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| I don’t fuck with this, I don’t fuck with that
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| What the fuck is that? |
| I’m from the trap
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| I’ll smoke a stogie and then run a lap
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| I’ll run a muck and then run it back
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| I’ll treat your dad like a lil' lad
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| I’ll wake up just to take a nap
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| We’ll take a dab and then took a cab
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| And I’m caked up, I’m the bakers man
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| «Nacho Picasso
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| The tat in the muhfuckin' hat
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| Uncle Jessie
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| Canigula
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| The Lizard King Jr
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| Can I rant for a second man?
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| Ay my nigga, can I rant? |
| Ima rant
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| Been a lot of sneak dissin' goin around man
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| Dog, I can’t read in between the lines nigga
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| All you gotta do is say nacho nigga
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| I’ll b at your fuckin' front door nigga
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| Like the yellow pages nigga
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| Smellin' like a 8 ball…
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| And three strippers
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| I’m not fuckin with you niggas man look…
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| You bitches better stop screenshottin' my shit too man
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| I’m just tryna pop it one time man, fuck
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| You over here…"Nacho picasso tried to slide in my DMs»…
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| No bitch, I tried to slide in your fuckin' pussy
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| Just keep it 100
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| Fuck your DMs, motherfuckin' social networks is ruining' the world man, look
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| I be on twitter and shit too though!
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| Like my nigga’s picture… I’m coming for you too then
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| I don’t even want no bitch with no IG
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| Bitch, I’m a G, that’s the only G you need to worry about, bitch
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| Over on instagram, getting' your self esteem boosted up…
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| I’m over here tryin' to break it down
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| Bitch, it’s cancelin' each other out, bitch
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| Ha… Nacho!
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| Blunt Raps 2 man… yeah, surf school
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| More gang… your bitch is probably in the studio right now with me, right?
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| Is that around the curbs? |
| Give your nigga a shoutout." |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blunt Raps 2 (Intro) , by - Nacho Picasso. Song from the album Blunt Raps 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп