Nato - Taco Night lyrics

[Verse 1: Chef Luv] Degenerate Tom Sawyer Rhyme Enforcer Blood makes for poor mortar Except in Mordor Four sorcerers Who opened up their borders And said "The more the merrier" Like animal hoarding disorders Style theocratic Duly acrobatic So when Atheists aim I dodge it with a back-flip I rap sick Spent nights with chapped lips Yes I'm iller thank you k**ers with guerrilla tactics I'm not saying that I take on that persona but face facts I act like a primary mind controller My lights unfolding don't got it figured yet So for now I pull away from the pack like a cigarette My true brilliance shines through my resilience Billions of Brazilions Couldn't move my opinions So this time around I'm coming, no hesitations Like I can't get a table, no reservations [Verse 2: NATO] It's NATO, n***a The one they always talk about The store alarm's never ring when I'm walking out But best believe if I'm asked to turn my pockets out I'd have to rock it out Hell yeah we turned that Target out I got my Christmas wishlist Mind your f**ing business n***as blowing steam but the b**hes blowing kisses f** your rags to riches f** tips I'm bagging b**hes f** kissing on the lips, you know where my f**ing dick is f** that n***a NATO always mentioning his balls Draws his numbers on the stalls But never ever answers calls Stay fresh to d**h Act like I didn't hear a b**h I'll tell it to your face b**h, I'm realer then Shakira's hips Apologize, nah I'm really not sorry Wanted a nice guy should have gotten with Gagliardi He's the nice one Polite with all the manners I'm the one with ball cancer cause I teabagged all your scanners Make that your profile picture b**h [Hook 1: Chef Luv] Me and hip-hop always fit like a glove Like a man and a woman with AIDS falling in love Chef Luv, yeah hope you brought an appetite Blowing up like a bathroom after Taco Night [Hook 2: NATO] Me and Chef Luv we fit in with the thugs Cold sweats come around, I give into the d** Step up Get f**ed Swag modern like its Rocco's life Blowing up like your an*s after taco night [Verse 3: Chef Luv] I don't got that angle dust I got the Devilin It got me feeling devilish Got it from where the devil went My only evidence is seen in self-evident Try not to act arrogant but that would just be negligent A yeti is a yeti no matter what you name it And a lion is a lion dawg, no matter how you tame it A picture is a picture no matter how you frame it So every day I wake up, Its really just the same sh** Creative juices flowing no pulp, fresh squeezed Knowin' a rock I said it to her wearing a fresh tee Sippin' fresh tea With your girl and her besty She call me Leonel as we getting' all messy So I'mma lower my horns And I'mma brandish my tusks So you can join in if you know what's up Camped out on the cut 'Till the village is asleep Come runnin' down the mountain while you countin' your sheep [Verse 4: NATO] AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS [Hook 1: Chef Luv] Me and hip-hop always fit like a glove Like a man and a woman with AIDS falling in love Chef Luv, yeah hope you brought an appetite Blowing up like a bathroom after Taco Night [Hook 2: NATO] Me and Chef Luv we fit in with the thugs Cold sweats come around, I give into the d** Step up Get f**ed Swag modern like its Rocco's life Blowing up like your an*s after taco night