escobar - untiljapan lyrics
[verse: untilj*pan & diorvsyou]
yeah (yeah, skee, yeah)
stupid b*tch, stupid b*tch, pushin’ that p*ssy it’s push start (pushing that)
i gave these n*ggas a head start though
this b*tch sucking this d*ck, make her head get low
i’m in this bih with dior, we just counting the o
i can’t count on a b*tch, i can’t count on a ho
on the counter, i f*ck her, i give her the throat
every time i count to ten, you need to bring dough
every time i pop her friend, this b*tch already going
she popped an xan, this ho just snoring
popped a can of sprite to pour the four
popped the benz yeah, d*mn near popped a fan, he tweaking at the show
f*ck these ****, i’m popping cash like never before
she want chanel, this b*tch too naughty, give her kohl’s
sparking this gas in the snow i was tryna get geeked, d*mn near caught a cold, passed the ho
i ain’t attached to her, i’mma let my brother hold her (hoo)
hit the b*tch up quick to pass that the b*tch like pac
ain’t tryna make you sick, i’m just showing you how we live b*tch, living large
tryna have a ten car garage
tryna have cars on cars, i gotta move pack out far
tryna move packs from the west to the east*side, mailing this sh*t, i’m like escobar
she like, “young n*gga i love you, you got them bars, you gotta take me to mars”
b*tch, is you crazy? i swear to god i was gone, i don’t even know where you’re from
i don’t even know why they talking, i don’t even know what they want, beat on the drum
this b*tch annoying but i gotta give it to her, i just love when she use her tongue
n*gga make some money, n*gga went and did his one
i gotta stop f*cking with these broke b*tches, gotta stop talking to these bums
i gotta stop f*cking with these broke b*tches, gotta stop talking just for fun
b*tch, i hurt n*ggas, don’t be speaking on me, if you do, you gotta keep a gun, ho (hol’ up, hol’ on, hol’ up, yeah)
[verse: diorvsyou & untilj*pan]
where the guns when you thought “oughta slay”?
free my ho and i nut on they face (oh yeah)
i done blown, thought i was a disgrace to them
to you, to them too, to h*h*h*him, my dad too
i f*cked her on film, yeah i had to (yeah)
in this fast lane, they tryna catch you
’bout to nut on her lip like a cashew (whoa)
look at my wrist and my tattoos (whoa)
take one of these, this my last few
take my last out, you might crash dude
your new b*tch ain’t knowing my last move, or none of my last two (yeah, yeah)
she just wanted s*x, but baby, i just want the cash too
we talking ’bout s*x, lil n*gga can’t wait till i catch you
i play with her br**sts, she like, “i know” we’d have s*x when i met you
she’s like, “baby boy, i knew we would f*ck when i met you”
i ain’t tryna play with her, i didn’t even send her a text
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