Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nacho's Blues, artist - Nacho Picasso. Album song Stoned and Dethroned, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nacho
Song language: English
Nacho's Blues |
Turn me on, your chubby daughter, listenin' to Muddy Waters |
Say she get it from her mother, she don’t listen to her father |
And she blow me so good, bet another nigga taught her |
Damn she got that ill na-na even though she had a toddler |
Pull that Magnum to the side, that pussy felt like hot lava |
Said she needed diaper money, a.k.a. shoes Prada |
So I busted on her titties, now that bitch ain’t gettin' nada |
Bitch I ain’t that baby’s father, you be fuckin' like koalas |
Two dicks at a time, bet you ain’t gon' rat about it |
Erection, I know your father, Lion King, I’m fuckin' Nala |
I’m the king, Jerry Lawler, six-deuce Im-fuckin'-pala |
Papa Shango fought Kamala, Johnny Quid, RocknRolla |
Chewy bars, not granola, Pepsi twist, Coca-Cola |
Lola Lola told me slow up, told me hold up 'til we grown ups |
Now we’re grown ups, she tell me grow up, now shit holds up that she chose up |
Bitch I’m Nacho P, you should know who I am |
B, fuck an amputee, 'fore I ever hold her hand |
Life is just a beach, take a roll in the sand |
Keep my hand on the heat, and my nose in the gram |
Used to that belonged in the ground |
48 Laws, not the law of the land |
Guess a nigga’s double strapped when the bra’s in his hand |
If he disrespect your broad, then just pardon my man |
We just keep it louder than Lambchop |
Play along, play along, sing along, say you don’t get whaled on |
Sail on, don’t be a Moby Dick |
If we empty all these clips, that is all Porky Pig |
I was just a dorky kid, 'til my cousin caught a bid |
Knew where he kept his shit, gotta have my cousin dip |
First strap I ever seen from my big homie Jay |
If I had one wish I would get him out today |
He was from the Chopper City, taught me how to use a K |
If they come by where I stay, I’ma put 'em on display |
Choking on my own vomit |
Watching Wallace and Gromit |
Nike’s Halley’s comet |
My studio is haunted |
My music ear’s a shaman |
Shrunken heads to the lawman |
Took Klonopin, took down all of em |
Look at all of em, callin' 'em |
Fuck em |
I’m twice as strong, |
What the fuck is wrong with them |
I right my wrongs and bite this song |
And bite the bong |
They can’t tell if its really me or a hologram |
I’m hollow man, I probably am |
Off lots of Xan, I’m Nacho |