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MARIANO RIVERA Video (MV)




Performed By: HONCHO BRANDO
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: William Ramirez, Chaz Prout




HONCHO BRANDO - MARIANO RIVERA Lyrics




Watch how they act
When you give a lil access
Only on your ass
Since they see you as an asset
Serving 'em like Sampras
Bussing thru the brackets
I was born in March
I'm immune to the madness
You might know what happened
But I always know what's Happening
Taking on the damages
Triple double averaging
Hot sauce handling
Walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
Far from where I was
I pray I'm never going back Again
Only getting better
Ima treasure at your chest
I see you seeing how I step
Dis is as real as it gets
Taking bitches
Taking bets
Taking threats
Never less
More ways you make
More ways they feel
More ways to take
More money to make
More shit to shake
More shit to talk
More opps gon plot
Long as the kettle hot
They'll be drooling for the drop
All dis space inna world
Niggas still want my spot
Ten toes, polo socks
Turn a lil to alot
Can't win without a loss
Can't consider the cost
Found myself thru my flaws
Now I floss for the sport
Onna boards making noise
Never playing wit you boys
Onna boards making noise
Onna boards making noise
Never playing wit you boys
Busy out here filling these voids

Cashmere polo sweater
Fly south with the birds
For a weekend endeavor
Feet on necks I won't let up
We the vibe
You can't read between the lines
Either with us or against us
Can't pick a side
We come thru on a different Vibe
Different chase
Same shit
Different day
If you ain't getting up get away
Proper napkin placement cause We too hungry
Ain't no yes men around me we Don't do flunkies
They addicted to us we made New junkies
In the trenches gettin real funky
I let the work talk for me
If you a eater I'll let the A&R Talk for me
Taxing on taxes
Ya niggas capping on capping
Ya rappers like Jim Ross
Commentating what happen
Ya play both sides like James Paxton
I rather be in the motherland Relaxing
Try to front I'm on your top like A toupe
They can't front now we the New wave
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English

Watch how they act
When you give a lil access
Only on your ass
Since they see you as an asset
Serving 'em like Sampras
Bussing thru the brackets
I was born in March
I'm immune to the madness
You might know what happened
But I always know what's Happening
Taking on the damages
Triple double averaging
Hot sauce handling
Walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
Far from where I was
I pray I'm never going back Again
Only getting better
Ima treasure at your chest
I see you seeing how I step
Dis is as real as it gets
Taking bitches
Taking bets
Taking threats
Never less
More ways you make
More ways they feel
More ways to take
More money to make
More shit to shake
More shit to talk
More opps gon plot
Long as the kettle hot
They'll be drooling for the drop
All dis space inna world
Niggas still want my spot
Ten toes, polo socks
Turn a lil to alot
Can't win without a loss
Can't consider the cost
Found myself thru my flaws
Now I floss for the sport
Onna boards making noise
Never playing wit you boys
Onna boards making noise
Onna boards making noise
Never playing wit you boys
Busy out here filling these voids

Cashmere polo sweater
Fly south with the birds
For a weekend endeavor
Feet on necks I won't let up
We the vibe
You can't read between the lines
Either with us or against us
Can't pick a side
We come thru on a different Vibe
Different chase
Same shit
Different day
If you ain't getting up get away
Proper napkin placement cause We too hungry
Ain't no yes men around me we Don't do flunkies
They addicted to us we made New junkies
In the trenches gettin real funky
I let the work talk for me
If you a eater I'll let the A&R Talk for me
Taxing on taxes
Ya niggas capping on capping
Ya rappers like Jim Ross
Commentating what happen
Ya play both sides like James Paxton
I rather be in the motherland Relaxing
Try to front I'm on your top like A toupe
They can't front now we the New wave
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Writer: William Ramirez, Chaz Prout
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