El Flaco - Lamb Chops

I don't like it anyways
Ya
Bitch
Tell me what it takes
Oh tell me what it takes
In a land of lies, AK's, swinging ties and snakes
Will my death impress ?
Chest puffed liked the best
I put my dick in this bitch
Ya'll love to call life 'cause I heard that bitch spits
Coming out the squared state
While down at ICE they're snipping clits, my sangre ain't safe
I'm tryna be major
Real shit y'all in danger
The sick spitting spic's a certified playmaker
Out in Denver
Fuck the Lakers
You playas kinda good on paper
But shit
Ya I'm the 'back-breaker'
Mexicano
Mujeriego
Malhablado y pacheco
Fool, what else can I say
I guess I'm El mero mero
De mi pueblito chiquito
Eating mole runny juegos
A young Latin Rebel caught cheating with the devil
Momma calls me stressful
Grandma calls me angel
Tell me who's more tasteful
I just wanna be grateful
Everyday fateful
While my family lives stable
I don't even know what to say
Que te dijo WeY
Don't tell them maine
Don't tell them maine
It's El Flaco here with Rambo
Pulling strings, no banjo
Two young diablo's
"No SaBO oF tHe HAmmErS"
In Jesus Sandles, Abuela says I'm "Santo"
Walking over candles singing love songs for ammo
Bitch tell me what it takes
Oh tell me what it takes
To be a land great
In a land full of snakes
I don't even know what to say
Que te dijo WeY
Oh I don't know nothing but the life I live
So I release my suffering then close my eyelids
Hope the Heavens catch wind so they let me in
Or else I'm jumping Heaven's gates just like a Mexican
But is this 'bout the dope, hoes, and gold or is it something more
Is this for the simple fact, I feel I'm worth more
Than just another soul shopping daily at the liquor store
Ugh
Tryna restore hope
Bitch tell me what it takes
Oh tell me what it takes
To be a land great
In a land full of snakes
Bitch tell me what it takes
Oh tell me what it takes
In a land of lies, AK's, swinging ties and snakes
I'm coming out the squared state, high off an eighth
Rhyming on drum breaks, tryna find my place
Coming out the squared state, high off an eighth
Rounding third base, eye to eye with my mistakes
Bitch tell me what it takes
Oh tell me what it takes
To be a land great
In a land full of snakes
Bitch tell me what it takes
Oh tell me what it takes
In a land of lies, AK's, swinging ties and snakes
Will I lay to rest, chest puffed like the best
Will my death impress, inspire, or progress
Bitch tell me what it takes
Ya tell me what it takes
Ugh-huh
Before I lay to rest

Written by:
German Garcia

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