dime por que - mcabre brothers lyrics
{verse 1: lee scott}
i need at least a liter of tequila to cope
{?} without a single dream or a hope
why be bragadocious i dont have a reason to gloat
self deprocating i hate me self for being this dope
but i hate you even more, spill a cup of blood and use your face to clean the floor well
and don’t you like me mi amor? i take you back to school like the wire season four
doomed if i don’t but doomed if i do
do it for dough don’t do it for you
i assumed that you knew, but you didn’t know
i make your girl melt like the snow on the roof of a grow, woah
its all a blur, on the drink again, six pm with moring hair
limited edition wishin i had more to share
i’d go back to nothin if i could afford the fare
{hook: lee scott & milkavelli}
tell me why
tell me why
tell me why
do i get respect but i don’t ever pay it
yeah i know
yeah i know
yeah i know
but i just wanna hear you say it
(x2)
{verse 2: milkavelli}
ay
i need at least a kilo of sativa to smoke
ay each to their own
million dollar call i fell asleep on the phone dreaming the meeting was ajourned cuz the deal got closed sh*t
ay, cuz i’m the goat
i’m the goat
i’m the goat
cult mountain in the alpaca coat
round and round we go
ring around the rosie
pocket full of powder snow
whered the hour go? sh*t
sleepless nights playing red dead redemption
and did i mention?
i sleep with my bucket hat on that’s for bed head prevention
that was clearly the intention
{?} and a smith & wesson
spaghetti wesson
guess again but there’ll be no second guessin ay
answer questions whats the question whats the answer to this question
could someone make a sensable suggestion?
{hook: lee scott & milkavelli}
tell me why
tell me why
tell me why
do i get respect but i don’t ever pay it
yeah i know
yeah i know
yeah i know
but i just wanna hear you say it
(x2)
{verse 3: sly moon}
ayo
i need at least a k to win enough for the day
{?} with a duck and a tray
goit you mucking your ace
up in your face, screaming with nothing to say
{?} runnin away
still get my shoe size mixed up with my age
show up to your birthday, cutting your cake
toasting to my future
toke it on a buddha stone staring at a poster of medusa
yo, {?}
got the car with a chauffeur, its an uber
yo, sn*tch the mic from the interviewer
sample your sh*t then claim you sampled my sh*t then sue ya
i really am a c*nt it ain’t malicious rumours
pay you back a year later not a minute sooner
{?}
tell me s oh why am i so sly?
{hook: lee scott & milkavelli}
tell me why
tell me why
tell me why
do i get respect but i don’t ever pay it
yeah i know
yeah i know
yeah i know
but i just wanna hear you say it
(x2)
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