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el diablo - david chidiac lyrics

(hook)
papa told mama your son diablo
riding round town in that murciélago

(verse 1)
started off living on the down low
now he’s stealing souls in that big bowl
sn-tching bases like andrew mcclutchen
clutching on for dear life, this sh-t ain’t budging
this b-tch like chet
faker than any motherf-ckers care to inspect
treat you like a purse and puppet pulling strings till you prop up right and begin to sing and dance like the b-tches hand was way up in that -ss
come to think about it
mama’s always right in hindsight

(hook)
papa told mama she’s el diablo
riding round town in a murciélago

(verse 2)
guzzling gallons like a brewery
who are we? let it be
drinking like a gumball, free
150 lashes like a rat in the pen
this the end for the little man who floats on ahead
he holds on till the end while his face goes red
he screams with dread
and with fear
that his life
will
come to an end
lifeless in bed
shine a light on his regret
looking back
what’d you expect?

(hook)
papa told mama he’s el diablo
riding round town in that murciélago

(verse 3)
i bring more to the table than a waiter
wait!, her?
hurt her
murder, she wrote
like poems from bobby shmurda
distorter of dreams
like a mad man from magazines
packing reams and smacking fiends
while dope charges at me
lying to you now like one of history’s biggest framings
as i’m hanging in your mama’s house like photos of your babies
and you notice me when you p-ss all past the railings
shuffling like crazy just to keep sh-t racy
a heart attack is back to keep you going crazy

(hook)
papa told mama we el diablo
riding round town in that murciélago

(verse 4)
the smuggler’s in, so stay for the night
spend a few dozen on the mini bar tonight
the hotel in california is here for me to stay but i won’t check out tonight, no put your pen away
let me stay, let me play
7 day headaches, and one’s from the wife
now these other six ambush
try to take your life
that’s the stress of the job
your mind slowly feels robbed
held up while liquor’s pouring
can’t sleep with all the snoring!!!!!
gaaaaaaah

- david chidiac lyrics

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