Letra Empanadas - Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah uh
Uh, check, check
Yeah, as I cruise
On my '68 in my '72s
Blue suede shoes
Benz seats, still
Make a bitch pat her feet (Believe me)
To the concrete
Yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, hit me, uh, hit me
Ayy, yo, for-sheezy
Nigga, that ho was thick, that bitch was greasy, believe me
Bitches be always tryin' to Billie Jean me, Waikiki
Took these hoes on trips, came through too blingy, she clingy (Yeah)
I don't like fuckin' hoes in the snow, 84 degrees me (Woo)
I'm posted in Nicaragua with Tasha, that bitch a rider
She don't want shit but dick and a couple dollars so I supplied her
Treat that ho like Henry Hill, got 'em mixin' and sniffin' powder, uh
I gotta go home, my baby mama makin' empanadas
Gracias, de nada, I'm blessin' tables and sayin' grace
Smacked him in Miami, his boys jumped me, he played it safe
Bitches in Buffalo did the same thing, they was throwin' plates
Limped away on his good foot, but he ain't bust a grape
These niggas fake, sealed documents, still poppin' it
Fuck the certified crack babies, come get your mama hit (Yeah)
Shit ain't sellin', they gotta resort to drama shit
Fuck these Love & Hip-Hop niggas, I'm at the Oscars, bitch
When I was livin' with Sid, I had a rasta bitch (Yeah)
Candice with the good pum-pum, got me watchin' soccer, bitch
Chelle fucked me so good in Bali, might have to bring her back
If she get pregnant, I'll teach my son to shoot like Tee Morant
Ho, I'm courtside, drunk as fuck like I'm Tee Morant
Caught the ball in Barclays Center, I should've dunked that bitch
Never catchin' feelings, these bitches might suck a hundred dicks
And put you in the system, ho, get a job with the government, biatch
Bitch, go work for the motherfuckin' FBI
Detectives or somethin', bitch, you feel me?
Workin' my motherfuckin' nerves
(And she said, and she said)
I love you, baby
(And she said, and she said)
I need you, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Lil' bitch, say okay, say okay
Don't leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Yeah
What you wanna do?
How do you wanna handle it?
I got it
I gotta handle this shit myself
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah uh
Uh, check, check
Yeah, as I cruise
On my '68 in my '72s
Blue suede shoes
Benz seats, still
Make a bitch pat her feet (Believe me)
To the concrete
Yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, hit me, uh, hit me
Ayy, yo, for-sheezy
Nigga, that ho was thick, that bitch was greasy, believe me
Bitches be always tryin' to Billie Jean me, Waikiki
Took these hoes on trips, came through too blingy, she clingy (Yeah)
I don't like fuckin' hoes in the snow, 84 degrees me (Woo)
I'm posted in Nicaragua with Tasha, that bitch a rider
She don't want shit but dick and a couple dollars so I supplied her
Treat that ho like Henry Hill, got 'em mixin' and sniffin' powder, uh
I gotta go home, my baby mama makin' empanadas
Gracias, de nada, I'm blessin' tables and sayin' grace
Smacked him in Miami, his boys jumped me, he played it safe
Bitches in Buffalo did the same thing, they was throwin' plates
Limped away on his good foot, but he ain't bust a grape
These niggas fake, sealed documents, still poppin' it
Fuck the certified crack babies, come get your mama hit (Yeah)
Shit ain't sellin', they gotta resort to drama shit
Fuck these Love & Hip-Hop niggas, I'm at the Oscars, bitch
When I was livin' with Sid, I had a rasta bitch (Yeah)
Candice with the good pum-pum, got me watchin' soccer, bitch
Chelle fucked me so good in Bali, might have to bring her back
If she get pregnant, I'll teach my son to shoot like Tee Morant
Ho, I'm courtside, drunk as fuck like I'm Tee Morant
Caught the ball in Barclays Center, I should've dunked that bitch
Never catchin' feelings, these bitches might suck a hundred dicks
And put you in the system, ho, get a job with the government, biatch
Bitch, go work for the motherfuckin' FBI
Detectives or somethin', bitch, you feel me?
Workin' my motherfuckin' nerves
(And she said, and she said)
I love you, baby
(And she said, and she said)
I need you, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Lil' bitch, say okay, say okay
Don't leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Yeah
What you wanna do?
How do you wanna handle it?
I got it
I gotta handle this shit myself
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A Thousand Mountains
Chain, Yeah, don't care, yeah, Fuck it, Ayo, Still slammin', still 'bout it, still countin', Feel like the only nigga rap cold as me, André 3000, Bitch, I raised a generation, kicked game on a thousand albums, I...
Jean Claude
こちらで以上になります, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, uh, Check, check, yeah, Check, check, check, yeah, Check, check, yeah, Oh yeah, I'm feelin' that shit now, Thurst, You dig, Yeah, yeah, She loves me, she loves me not (Loves me not),...
Gold Feet
Yeah, They just ain't gonna freak it, freak it like me, ya dig?, Yeah, The fuck a ring, bitch, I like to cheat, I bought some gold feet, Put that on my old-school Caprice, dunk it like Dominique, Yeah, feelin' good,...
Shangri La
Hit the weed, drink the drink up and toot the blow, Yeah, yeah, Tell a ho, run a, check, check, yeah, Meet your mom, check, check, Tell a ho, run a, check, check, yeah (Yeah, ho), Tell a ho, run a, check, check,...
Gas Station Sushi
One Take Jake, Dusty, dusty, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Uh, fell back but never fell down (Uh), Condo, sunny isles, drop the scale, but never scaled down (Scaled down), Put the rabbit on the cross, they had me nailed...
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