John Porché - CUBA
Woke up ina morning horny telling my puta get on it
I thought about millions put bread on my mente
I thru on some sweats and a T with my fendi
She hop ina ducha and thru on her fenty
I'm working the streets
I'm working the beat
I'm flipping'em ambos
No adios I'm here've try to stay
Glock an machete I'm down play
Brother and cousin I came with the K's
She in balenci's that look like the socks
I'm ina ones that look lika box
Skinny niggas in some big shoes making big moves
Looka Zupatos
Backa the Tahoe eyes low although
I'm slick as a gato I know
I'm back on my feet and I run it again
Wrote in the poems and put on my skins
Preach what I practice and pract what I preach
Put gold on my chain and gold on my teeth
Back on my feet and I run it I run it
Shooting my shot I gun it I gun it
I preach what I practice and pract what I preach
Whipping that yea with the yea ona seat
Back to the corner on it I am not giving no warnings
They gave me a noose I put diamonds on it
They gave me some cuffs
I switched out the bezel and callin they bluff
Star 67 they hiding they manos
Loading my ammo
I can turn shit to alzucar
Whipping this foreign car
Leaving a scar when I'm bending the wheel
Got me a casa I hide ina hills
I got me a Thai cooking my meals
Look what I wrote all ina poems
I Thru the graffiti all on my arms
Parking the carro all on the lawn
Fuck the HOA do what I wana
Sleeping on me enjoy your coma
Reepin the benefits all of my karma
Stacking this bread like pupusas
Drippin my chain ina juicer
Keeping a laser for losers
I know some shooter who put it right to ya
I'm back on my feet and I run it again
Wrote in the poems and put on my skins
Preach what I practice and pract what I preach
Put gold on my chain and gold on my teeth
Back on my feet and I run it I run it
Shooting my shot I gun it I gun it
I preach what I practice and pract what I preach
Whipping that yea with the yea ona seat
Written by: John Spears
Written by:
John Spears
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