Bodega Bamz - Don Francisco Lyrics

Y Oshun, caridad del pobre
Yemayá, mi guía espiritual
Virgencita, yo que soy tan pobre
Sólo clamo por la tranquilidad

Yea my skin tan, my fade low
My eyes green for those pesos
Eat chicharrón sin huesos
I'm Pit-bull and I'm Tego
With the hoes like Don Francisco
I'm Lavoe when I'm Big Pun
Bowl in a pot, little Sazón
Mix it all around, and Bodegaz what you got
Spanish Harlem, my play ground
Bullet proof it all, I'm safe now
Idaho potatoes, make it safe and sound
I'mma keep that gold, I'mma take that crown
I'mma still pump yay up-town
Pray to papa Dios when I'm on that Greyhound
F*cked up nerves, back with a bird
Oh pass the cig, I'mma need a bust down!

Y Oshun, caridad del pobre
Yemayá, mi guía espiritual
Virgencita, yo que soy tan pobre
Sólo clamo por la tranquilidad

Yo, Champagne my morning drink
Mami chulas in my bed giving head
Go ahead right before I blink
Brain so good a motherf*cker can't think
Straight Henny poured on my brand new mink
Bitch I get money bags, look like Brinks
Holy rosaries confess my sins
Call my girl doll, and Miami like a fin
Real thugged out, all black Tims, black Chevy Impa
All black rims, no tints, seat back
Oh wait that's him, that guy
Even Oliver's people know I
Now they know my name, wanna hear my slang
Born a Latin King, I ain't talking bout the gang
Mr. G Know that us Tan Boys Rain
We ain't got a problem letting off that thing

Y Oshun, caridad del pobre
Yemayá, mi guía espiritual
Virgencita, yo que soy tan pobre
Sólo clamo por la tranquilidad