收聽Kevin Gates的Narco Trafficante (feat. Percy Keith) (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Narco Trafficante (feat. Percy Keith) (Explicit)

Kevin Gates, Percy Keith2013年4月9日

Narco Trafficante (feat. Percy Keith) (Explicit) 歌詞

Narco Trafficante - Kevin Gates/Percy Keith

Written by:Kevin Gates

Yo me llamo luco price ughh

 

Yo mato por nada yyo tengo

Mucha pistolas cabron

Yo tengo cocaina m*******a

Y lo que tu nessesita

 

Numberos bueno if you havin' trouble

Translatin what the f**k I just said

Go get rosetta stone

 

Puta pendejo

 

Passionate about crack sales

People wonder if

I have a cracked head

See og and freelow

Don't ever call him no crack head

Brap brap cracked legs

Broke ribs cracked head

Me cleavin' to the white meat

 

Cracked eggs

Pots pans still objects

Non stick district court

Nonsense child support

Tryna settle things outta court luco

Price he a mobster

Chill get thrown in ya collarbone

Broken nose and a collarbone

Neck look like a xylophone

Sick a being bothered

P***y artist you can blast off

 

When I was broke I was a joke

I couldn't die far

 

Wrong number call a b***h

I get the dial tone

Now my dipping game away

From getting smiled to oh

Cheeks cheeks

Or should I say no cheek

Been on the streets for 14 months

And I ain't miss a beat

 

White girl wasted

A couple want me to cuddle

Need them bills to pay her bill

She love my lil' brother chuckie

Booty club transaction

In traffic saying they love it

Og car moving blocks boxin' impuddle

Down sag hood out the hood

I suffer concussions

Why receive a past protection

No fumble touchdown or nothin go

B***h I run the streets don't talk to police

 

Say what's my name put it

Down on me mi no habla ingles

 

B***h I run the streets mi no talk to police

Say what's my name put it

Down on me mi no habla ingles

 

Loco trafficante loco trafficante

Ti quiero cocaina

Mi familia es mi hombre

Loco trafficante loco trafficante

Te quiero cocaina

Mi familia es mi hombre

I know I'm the s**t like my

S**t don't have a stench

And all my h*es are ratchet like

I don't have a wrench

And all my h*es are in the game

Like I don't have a b***h

And they gimme so much brain

Them h*es don't make no sense

And my white girl in the k**chen

With chris like rachel ray

I don't see no black and white

I see 50 shades of grey yeah

C*****e and jail boss story

Of my life I got 11 in the car

I hope amigo wrapped 'em right

I don't want these n***a's b***hes so

I'mma give 'em back to 'em

But they mouth game exclusive

I'm startin' to get attatched to 'em

B***hes on my d**k I got to ask

'Em where my d**k is

Shout out to my girlfriend

Act like you ain't kissed it

Benz truck I'm loving it

I love it so much I f**k in it

Am I tripping or is her p***y talkin'

I swear it just told me to nut in it

Her p***y so tight I'm stuck in it

Feel like she still sucking it

I beat it until it young bleed like her

N***a what in it

B***h I run the streets

Don't talk to police

 

Say what's my name put it

Down on me mi no habla ingles

B***h I run the streets

 

Mi no talk to police

Say what's my name put it down

On me mi no habla ingles

 

Loco trafficante

 

Loco trafficante

Ti quiero cocaina

Mi familia es mi hombre

Loco trafficante

Loco trafficante

Te quiero cocaina mi

Familia es mi hombre

B***h I'm fresh up off my grind

Like a skateboard in this prime

Don't skateboard well left

I couldn't skateboard if I tried

I like trap houses and k**chens

And love to f**k with perscriptions

Got a bad b***h and she single

You'd prolly guess she a stripper

She kinda tall got a long weave

Her thighs thick and she slender

She play me but she really sweet

Got pretty teeth and she tender

My mother's puerto rican with pistols

Illegal tender

I ain't p***y like the son of

The one on illegal tender

Gason donald b***h you play

Willy cooley I get you injured

Went to school

Too busy focused on pictures

We got suspended

Boyfriend ugly girl I'm too

Cute to be going dusty

Keep that hifey s**t from around

Me in public could lead to scufflin'

Free zoah li jamalo

While in the roco republic

Still I thrive in the gutter

Missing lives in the jungle

Pair of cleates dirty feet had to

Improvise when I'm probably

Boobly bumpy on a muscle

Can't go aside from the hustle no

B***h I run the streets

Don't talk to police

Say what's my name

Put it down on me

Mi no habla ingles

B***h I run the streets

 

Mi no talk to police

Say what's my name

Put it down on me

Mi no habla ingles

 

Loco trafficante

Loco trafficante

Ti quiero cocaina mi

Familia es mi hombre

Loco trafficante

Loco trafficante

Te quiero cocaina mi

 

Familia es mi hombre