Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Taco Bell , by - UnoTheActivist. Release date: 14.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Taco Bell |
| Ain’t no congrats, I’m hitting them with a cheer |
| Must be the devil like how would you dare? |
| (What?) |
| These niggas broke and we beyond compare |
| Drip is exclusive, can’t find it on Grailed (Dig) |
| I’ll say it again so I might sound repetitive |
| When it come to the dripping, they just can’t compare |
| I don’t know why they think they are competitors |
| It must be a circus, this shit isn’t fair |
| I got that FN, it’s made out of plastic (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Weigh four pounds, I bought it because it was rare (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Put this shit on and I go up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Like butterfly doors in the coupe and they calling me rare (Yeah, yeah, yeah, |
| yeah) |
| Spent seventy-five hundred on loafers (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| You know I do not do no penny loafing, I swear (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I got the keys like Beethoven (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| You know he was black so we call him Zaytoven, I swear (Yeah, yeah) |
| Told your ho to wipe my floor |
| Put more ice in my soda, my Backwood, she roll up |
| My dick in her throat so you know her throat swollen |
| Got lean in my spleen, in my kidney, my colon |
| I’m covered in green, they calling me Yoda |
| My shooter, my soldier, got shot 'cause I told him |
| We don’t do the posing, just do the exposing |
| We don’t do the most, we just do what we supposed to |
| Yeah, shells (Uh, what?) |
| I got shells (What?) |
| Shells (Shells) |
| Uh, taco bells (Dig) |
| Shells (Dig) |
| I got shells and bells (Dig) |
| Taco bells (Huh, what?) |
| Waving my strap in the air (What?) |
| I’m waving my strap in the air (What?) |
| I’m waving my strap in the air (What?) |
| I’m toting my Glock in the air (What?) |
| I’m throwing my gang in the air (What?) |
| I’m throwing my gang in the air (What?) |
| I’m toting my strap in the air (What?) |
| It’s up so you know it’s stuck there (Yeah) |
| It’s up so you know it’s stuck there (Yeah) |
| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (No) |
| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (What?) |
| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (What?) |
| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (No) |
| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (Yeah) |
| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (Uh) |
| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous |
| I bet you ain’t know you was dangerous (Yeah) |
| I fold that lil' ho like a hanger (Yeah) |
| No parachute, she wanna hang with us (Yeah) |
| You know that we live a little dangerous (Yeah) |
| We snuck in the club with the bangers (Yeah) |
| We snuck in the club with the bangers (Yeah) |
| A choker on my neck, ain’t no strangling (Yeah) |
| These VVS chains, they dangling |
| You know you can’t catch up with strangers |
| Sink to the bottom like anchors (Yeah) |
| I hit that ho from the back |
| She grab on my balls, I grab on her ankles (What?) |
| Smoking on Backwood |
| Dripping in Westwood, I just told Vivienne, «Thank you» (Thank you) |
| The hollow tips hit that little boy |
| Put his ass in a box, more like a rectangle |
| Me and your bitch is entangled |
| Yeah, shells |
| I got shells (Yeah, what?) |
| Shells (Huh, what?) |
| Uh, taco bells (What?) |
| Shells (Dig) |
| I got shells and bells (What?) |
| Taco bells (What, what?) |
| Waving my strap in the air (Yeah) |
| I’m waving my strap in the air (Yeah, yeah) |
| I’m waving my strap in the air (Yeah, yeah) |
| I’m toting my Glock in the air (Yeah) |
| I’m throwing my gang in the air (Yeah) |
| I’m throwing my gang in the air (Yeah) |
| I’m toting my strap in the air (Yeah) |
| It’s up so you know it’s stuck there (Yeah) |
| It’s up so you know it’s stuck there (Dig) |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Uno, I killed it |