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el pescado - youngboixander lyrics

el pescado lyrics
[intro:estrella and youngboixander]
you know mi hijo
about the story of el pescado
it says
“el que por la boca muere aunque mudo fuere.”
it means he who dies by the mouth
even though he is mute
you know what that means
el pescado

you know what that means

[verse 1:youngboixander and estrella]
(oh)
(oh)
(yea)

(shhh)

tommy drum tommy drum tommy drum tommy drum
sprinter van
tommy gun tommy gun tommy gun
you don’t care for your life
just like that
i roll with venomous serpents
they all gon bite back
keep talkin i’ll get you zipped up
i’m not talkin bout an ounce of the pack
my uncle can’t come out of mexico
he’s done sh*t that you don’t even wanna know
if you add 2 to the 2 and a 3
you get 7 and i’m not talkin bout agent double o
magazines bussin out the britches
i’ll k!ll you lil b*tches if you really wanna go
do i have to spell it out
d*r*a* to the c dumb ass lil ho
that’s a draco from romania
northern russia no discussion
a*d*d*r*e*s*s
i got yours
and i’m comin
with the heat
from the street don’t believe me
i ain’t bluffin
my bank account gross that sh*t is disgusting
that sh*t look like baby buffet
i’m worth more than you’ll ever be b*tch
considering you amount to some nothing
i took all my suffrage
made a name for myself
the more that you hate on me
the more that i love it
rumors make a bad habit
i can make a house wife turn bad addict
i just do it the best don’t be mad at it
just accept the facts
that i make green cabbage
from a boi who was told
that he can’t rap
cause he ain’t black
now what the h*ll is that
lemme pull up with some automatics
and we can have a chat
rat*a*tat*tat*tat*tat*tat*tat

[bridge:youngboixander]
maybe you mad cause you fell off
you rockin dry fit is a tell all
cause my bois keep a k
like it’s kellogg
to make sure all of y’all k!lled off
the choppa ukrainian
it split yo whole cranium
got yo ass in therapy
off of some valium
put a halo on your head high up
like it’s some helium
opps dead
i’ve been k!llin it
no b*tch i’ve been k!llin them
dissed yo complex
wasn’t feeling them
i buy mcqueens to cd’s
while you broke bum b*tches is still
stealin them
the drugs out the compound
i swear i be healin them
i see money i get it
cash flow revenue
i be reeling in
guala stacked so high up
i hope that the ceiling fit

[verse 2:youngboixander]
bum b*tch i own you
shoutout to my sons and my daughters
copy cats i disown you
go stand on your own two
instead of talkin bout me
go talk about yourself
go pick up the phone boo
i mean don’t you
don’t you
ever think that there’s more in this life
then speaking on someone else’s
business
you’re a dirty ass leech
who can’t get there own b*tches
to talk sh*t
so you do it to me in hopes
that it’ll make me offended
when i just profit off this sh*t
im laughing all the way to my riches
keep talking ho
ima close the partition
your pathetic pathetic pathetic
i re*thought k!llin you
once i saw how pathetic
you the type to lose all your hair
then go get a weave that’s synthetic
cry wolf till the day that it comes
someone get this b*tch ass a medic
i mean how could someone let it
how
how could someone
let it go on for this long
i should’ve dropped this song
along time ago
i guess time wasn’t right but
ooh if i would’ve known
i had snakes in my circle
my circle would’ve closed
real fast
i would’ve burned the cash
with our bridges
just show you how much
more equipped than i am
then you sorry ass
then i would’ve put you on blast
for all of the sh*t in the past
[outro:youngboixander]
ballistic machinery
that you’ve never seen
i pop out the armory
wit some dirty glees
you put dirt on my name
and i grew from the soil
you can’t even dirty me
or even lesser try to murder me
i stole what was yours
without burglary
you put my name in your mouth
thinkin that you were hurtin me
the old me better then you are currently
your washed up and retired
i’m the boss
good luck getting me fired
i’m above every single one
of you bum ass c*ckroach little liars
i’ll flip you and your gang like a tire
sleep you and your fam
like you tired
i’ll make sure you never talk sh*t again
personally i don’t even need a gun to hire
el pescado pescado lil b*tch
just keep on talkin all that sh*t
i might just sew up your lips
el pescado pescado lil b*tch
el pescado pescado lil b*tch
el pescado pescado lil b*tch
el pescado pescado lil b*tch
el pescado

- youngboixander lyrics

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