Lyrics No Reggaeton - Nems, Al Doe, Axel Leon

No Reggaeton

Boricua!
Uh, uh, uh
My shit is proper
Hittin' switches, pick the top up
Switch the topic
Catch me dickin' down a bad bitch from Nicaragua
Sippin' aqua, told the chick to pick the gwap up
Stuffed the bricks into the locker
At the trap spot on Knickerbocker
I could pick ya pocket have my chicken pop ya
While you staring at her vicious knockers
Hit ya block up
You got to call me Gorilla Papa
While I pop up with a hundred niggas in the box truck
Bar-for-bar, I’m the best and ya mans know
We run in spots that these bitch niggas can’t go
The say, «This nigga rap like he think he Rambo»
Crash the F-150 through ya fuckin Lambo
You workin' out for nothin', nigga, fuck ya muscles
My gun’ll bust you
Hollow tips’ll love to scuffle
Upper cut you, break ya jaw, bust my knuckles
Smack ya pops, snuff ya uncle, motherfuck you
Two-time felony niggas that love to hustle
I ain’t even gotta address y’all
What you know bout goin' to church with your vest on?
You was up at college, I was fightin' in the mess hall
We wash niggas up, fuck they sister
Have her screamin' «Fuck Ya Lyfe» on the back of the GXR
And I back niggas down with a tre-eight long
Puerto Rican nigga rap
No reggaeton, maricón
I’m Eminem when he was fightin' Kim
Never leave the crib with no forty, shorty, that’s like a sin
You tipped the scale, we tipped the boat, our shit way different
It’s Plug Talk without Rich the Kid and it’s way different
All these fuckin' holidays I spent giving
These funny guys, give em twenty-five like I’m Ben Simmons
Had more in the stash
Weed ounces, four and a half
That old Impala with the Florida tags, my nigga
Ordered the crab, the money never equal the love
That’s why I gotta teach my daughter this math, my nigga
Small frame, but my wrist thirty
Brand new ladder, that’s a big thirty
I do the VVS, lightnin' all around me baby
It’s thick as diamonds, lookin' stormy, word to Cali, baby
European shirts, heard they seen the weapon
Cocaine numbers, wave runners like it’s Yeezy seven
So who the fuck you thought was nicer?
Bronx hood nigga word to NYCHA
They all scary
I get the water part in the middle like I’m Moses of Marbury
Nigga, squad ready
They hate the facts
Drunk nigga playing sacks
Face 'em eye-to-eye, we can save the raps
Wussup, nigga?
I heard them niggas, but I pray they won’t
Puerto Rican nigga rap
No reggaeton
Fuck Ya Lyfe
Know niggas that doin' life with lifers, the homies
New York, the only island we know of is Rikers or Coney
Since the 80's like some Asics, never liked the Saucony’s
Fuck a four, if he a foe, phone check him he phony
If she a ho, I’ma fuckin' home wrecker, she know me
Hang up the phone, F 'em, right after I F her, she blow me
Now go home
Clean that mess up with your ex 'til I call you
'Cause no way do I be lettin' 'em call me
I’ma G, fuck you thought?
We was taught not to ever squeal
Nems, if he ever tell, you hang him off that ferris wheel
Show 'em Coney Island they never knew that it had a view
Then bring em to the Bronx, we have a zoo full of animals
We’re slingin' razors, bang
'Click, click, boom' when the canon boom
Make it hotter than tannin' booths in the tannin' room
On some other dope shit
Like I pop Suboxone
I’ll fuck ya moms while ya pops is watchin'
In the forest, like
Fuck it, life is like a box of chocolates
Chop 'em, put 'em in a box, what’s poppin'?
You won’t pop, you can’t box
I’m Mayweather tryna box, but Hopkins
You one-legged when you shot, you hoppin'
You shoulda went straight home
I hate when niggas talk and say they know
Then the pistol pierce his brain and bullets break they bones, uh
Never gettin' up when they say go
Puerto Rican nigga rap
No reggaeton
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