fajita lyrics

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Che



[Verse]
I said, "Let's hit Neiman", I just got a couple pieces
Damn these hoes so basic, I bet BasedGod love to meet 'em
Don't like yo' demeanor, smoke yo' block up like it's reefer
Thick ho named Aisha, I'ma crack and then I-
Yeah, water-boy, I'm a star player, you on the bleachers
I got guala, boy, my Draco wan' say, "Hi, nice to meet you"
I'm a problem, boy, yeah, yo' block get hot just like fajita
Ain't gon' solve it, boy, take off like a rocket, boy
I smoke rockets, yeah, why sh*t in my socket now
That's my posse, yeah, "He smoke gas?", Like prolly not, sh*t
We gon' dox 'em, boy, bad b*tches in Boston, boy
Got dreads like a rasta, boy, mi casa, su casa, boy
Escobar, Pablo, boy, my b*tch, that's impossible
Dra-Draco, you done lost yo' boy, know that, like a Foster boy
Who that up on Fox? Yo’ dog, God damn, he done lost his boy
Old ass n*gga mad like Yung Joc
Make the block jump, yeah, like hopscotch
Comme des Garcon, make yo’ heart stop
Dead ass n*gga, get hit in his top
Big Glock gon' make his ass stop
And when she call, I don't know if it's toxic
They think that I’m stuck in a box
Might hang with square n*ggas like boxes
I'm f*cking yo' b*tch 'cause she foxy
Who wanna get turned to a faucet?
Yo' b*tch wanna take off my boxers, she say I make her get the loudest
Huh, I'm f*cking b*tches impolitely
He walked out the crib without a knocka
I'm gon' f*ck on a b*tch on a private island
Casamigos, I'm on a private island
Check my [?], I think I'm prolly dyin'
If my ex-hoe find out, she probably smilin'
When I wake up, I gotta geek again
Need my money, I never need a friend
.223, 5.56, gon' bleed his ass
Drive by boy all day, don't need a map
[?]
Big Glock all on me bleed again (Yeah)
[?] car seat gon' heat they ass (Yeah)
My car, it got the heated seats
You see me, I ain't never need a b*tch
Opp n*ggas, all watching, eat a di*k (What?)
I was like six when I beat a brick (Yeah)
Six years old, watched my dad hit a lick
n*ggas been hitting licks ever since
How come your best friend yo' nemesis?
Tell a f*ck n*gga, "Hold dividends"
2006, I've been the realest since
Realest n*gga need a realest b*tch
Grill a n*gga all expenses
I ain't ever need a dealership
[?]
b*tches try to [?] depression
I catch an opp n*gga, let's press him
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