Don Pablito - Rodeo

State ya name to the captain
Kiss the ring on the Don
Don’t ever bite my hand if i done gave you my palm
The Don don’t hang out
The Don will send them niggaz to ya hangout
Blankets and pillows with em they gon stake out
Leave some evidence for a motive
Of what it ain’t bout
Nigga you ain’t stay out all night
Itching to blow a brain

You ain’t a gangsta my nigga
You just look broke
Like i ain’t got a choice
Na you ain’t got a voice
I will not employ
A nigga who can it enjoy
Jumping out all kind of toys
Shootingm tryna mark up points

You either in it or you ain’t
Some niggaz wanna kill us but really can’t
They knowing that’s a death wish
Like a nigga reaching for my necklace
If you get that close I’ll buy you breakfast
Been building block like Tetris
This ain’t a game boy
My handheld from a Gunshow texas

Like a cowboy headed to the rodeo
I got my hands tied ditch em he can’t ride
Let’s slide
This the Wild West we gon make a foul mess
Time to jet
The raging bull nose longer than Pinocchio’s
We on the road
Billie the kid feel
Mixed with wild Bill!!


Yea ima come and take the crown
But I’ll bow still
Don’t wanna have to sit you down
Like your bowels still
A crooked smile but i smile still
Look around this how style feel
Since i whipped the power wheel
Ain’t doing tricks to get us rich
You niggaz gotta chill
Patent leather with the stitch
Now you know how Prada’s feel
Imagine baggin up when that product fill
The world is your Toni 60 keys of that powder feel
Blowing money fast
You don’t really know how to feel
Hoping that i fit baby names all inside my will
I’m foreal
The last Don is here
They come and get me when them niggaz acting like they hard to hear
Yea nigga that part right there

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