Before I cracked that pussy cracked a brew and through a movie on
Fell In love with a chick, Maria she from Culiacán
It is what it is cada quien se va a su hogar
Pop that 1942 Julio man he my dog
Getting liquored up they getting groovy to my stupid songs
Choose these soul beats and I get super wise on em
Died and resurrected now I rise on em
Got some godly powers switch the flow switch the tide on em
Imma need to hire pest control super tired of em
Every bottle that I touch seem to see the bottom of it
Nast Nas my hero blaze a 50 man you gotta love it
Might go Tim Leary on em f*ck the system and government
Shit I'm getting paranoid weapon in my glove compartment
I can't f*ck with people that really seem to love conforming
At a stage in life where I really feel that love is boring
Plus that shit expensive to be honest man I can't afford it
I don't need Tom fords if I got Jordan's and my all white forces
Spend my money on plane tickets eating good 50 courses
If your homie got big dreams I encourage you be supportive
Relationships could make your rich
Breaking them could keep you poor
Reason that my verses hot coming straight from my core
Guatemala Baby man I told you that I had some more
Reino Maya baby make tortillas straight from corn
Out the box always with the lines I can't conform
Papi Goyo - Culiacán Lyrics
Papi Goyo - Culiacán Lyrics
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Before I cracked that pussy cracked a brew and through a movie on
Fell In love with a chick, Maria she from Culiacán
It is what it is cada quien se va a su hogar
Pop that 1942 Julio man he my dog
Getting liquored up they getting groovy to my stupid songs
Choose these soul beats and I get super wise on em
Died and resurrected now I rise on em
Got some godly powers switch the flow switch the tide on em
Imma need to hire pest control super tired of em
Every bottle that I touch seem to see the bottom of it
Nast Nas my hero blaze a 50 man you gotta love it
Might go Tim Leary on em f*ck the system and government
Shit I'm getting paranoid weapon in my glove compartment
I can't f*ck with people that really seem to love conforming
At a stage in life where I really feel that love is boring
Plus that shit expensive to be honest man I can't afford it
I don't need Tom fords if I got Jordan's and my all white forces
Spend my money on plane tickets eating good 50 courses
If your homie got big dreams I encourage you be supportive
Relationships could make your rich
Breaking them could keep you poor
Reason that my verses hot coming straight from my core
Guatemala Baby man I told you that I had some more
Reino Maya baby make tortillas straight from corn
Out the box always with the lines I can't conform
Fell In love with a chick, Maria she from Culiacán
It is what it is cada quien se va a su hogar
Pop that 1942 Julio man he my dog
Getting liquored up they getting groovy to my stupid songs
Choose these soul beats and I get super wise on em
Died and resurrected now I rise on em
Got some godly powers switch the flow switch the tide on em
Imma need to hire pest control super tired of em
Every bottle that I touch seem to see the bottom of it
Nast Nas my hero blaze a 50 man you gotta love it
Might go Tim Leary on em f*ck the system and government
Shit I'm getting paranoid weapon in my glove compartment
I can't f*ck with people that really seem to love conforming
At a stage in life where I really feel that love is boring
Plus that shit expensive to be honest man I can't afford it
I don't need Tom fords if I got Jordan's and my all white forces
Spend my money on plane tickets eating good 50 courses
If your homie got big dreams I encourage you be supportive
Relationships could make your rich
Breaking them could keep you poor
Reason that my verses hot coming straight from my core
Guatemala Baby man I told you that I had some more
Reino Maya baby make tortillas straight from corn
Out the box always with the lines I can't conform
Writer: Papi Goyo
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