Narco - Narco lyrics

Yo me llamo Luca Brasi Ughh Yo mato por nada Yo tengo muchas pistolas, cabron Yo tengo c**aina, marijuana, y lo que tu necessita Numeros bueno If you having trouble translating What the f** I just said, go get Rosetta Stone Puta, pendejo [Verse 1] Pa**ionate about crack sales People wonder if I have a cracked head See OG and freelow, don't ever call em 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 Luca brasi 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 [?] Cheeks, cheeks, or should I say no teeth 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 boxing impuddle Down sag hood, out the hood I suffer concussions Why receive a past protection No fumble, touchdown, or nothin, go [Hook] b**h I run the streets, don't talk to police Say what's my name perdon mi no habla ingles b**h I run the streets, mi no talk to police Say what's my name perdon mi no habla ingles Narco trafficante, narco trafficante Ti quiero c**aina mi familia es mi hombre Narco trafficante, narco trafficante Te quiero c**aina mi familia es mi hombre [Verse 2: Percy Keith] I know I'm the sh** like my sh** don't have a stench And all my hoes are ratchet like I don't have a wrench And all my hoes are in the game like I don't have a bench And they gimme so much brain, them hoes don't make no sense And my white girl in the kitchen work her wrist like Rachel Ray I don't see no black and white, I see 50 shades of grey, yeah Cocaine and jail, bars 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 dick, I got to ask 'em where my dick is Shout out to my girlfriend, act like you ain't catch it Benz truck, I'm loving it, I love it so much I f** 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 s**ing it I beat it until it young bleed like her, n***a what in it [Hook] [Verse 3] b**h I'm fresh up off my grind like a skateboard in this prime Don't skateboard why lie, couldn't skateboard if I tried I like trap houses and kitchens and love to f** with prescriptions Got a bad b**h and she [?], you'd prolly guess she a stripper She kinda tall, got a long weave, her thighs thick and she slender She play men 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 pigeons, we got suspended Boyfriend ugly, girl I'm too cute to be going duffy Keep that hifey sh** 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 b**bly bumpy on a muscle, can't go aside from the hustle, no