Fuego
Beat pops off
That draco
Mhmm
Take off
Never switch
Up same old
Mhmm
Pesos
Foreign money
Fake em
Mhmm
I aint an angel
I don't got a choice
Born with halo
But grown with voice
Huh
Know that i had
To do something
Pistol stay cocked
And its loaded
Homies wit me
Going up man
And now all the haters
They notice
Kick em back
Blick em back
Make some moves
No lack
Hit em back
Phonies aint around
My crew thats wack
Woo
Girl go pop the trunk
Grab the stick
Like woo
Everybody run when
The blick
Goes wooo
Girl drop that ass
On the dick
Like
(CHORUS)
Mhmm
Its time to come clean
Wit yo cruel ass
I don't wana hear
Your excuses
I been working way to long
That my mind always stays lucid
I been on the up n up
U been f*ckin up n up
All I'm hearing is excuses
So bitch don't u hit me up
Like f*ck around me
Your lucky if u stay alive
Floors mahogany
Thats wood and
Bitch its pretty nice
Huh
Smokin foreign trees
Only shit that
Gets me high
Fuego on the beat
White boy and yeah
I'm really tight
You gone rock with me
Even if u don't want to
I aint from the streets
I worked em cuz i had to
Money for the lawyer fees
Money for my family
Money for the f*ck of it
Cuz bitch I'm living free
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English
Fuego
Beat pops off
That draco
Mhmm
Take off
Never switch
Up same old
Mhmm
Pesos
Foreign money
Fake em
Mhmm
I aint an angel
I don't got a choice
Born with halo
But grown with voice
Huh
Know that i had
To do something
Pistol stay cocked
And its loaded
Homies wit me
Going up man
And now all the haters
They notice
Kick em back
Blick em back
Make some moves
No lack
Hit em back
Phonies aint around
My crew thats wack
Woo
Girl go pop the trunk
Grab the stick
Like woo
Everybody run when
The blick
Goes wooo
Girl drop that ass
On the dick
Like
(CHORUS)
Mhmm
Its time to come clean
Wit yo cruel ass
I don't wana hear
Your excuses
I been working way to long
That my mind always stays lucid
I been on the up n up
U been f*ckin up n up
All I'm hearing is excuses
So bitch don't u hit me up
Like f*ck around me
Your lucky if u stay alive
Floors mahogany
Thats wood and
Bitch its pretty nice
Huh
Smokin foreign trees
Only shit that
Gets me high
Fuego on the beat
White boy and yeah
I'm really tight
You gone rock with me
Even if u don't want to
I aint from the streets
I worked em cuz i had to
Money for the lawyer fees
Money for my family
Money for the f*ck of it
Cuz bitch I'm living free
Beat pops off
That draco
Mhmm
Take off
Never switch
Up same old
Mhmm
Pesos
Foreign money
Fake em
Mhmm
I aint an angel
I don't got a choice
Born with halo
But grown with voice
Huh
Know that i had
To do something
Pistol stay cocked
And its loaded
Homies wit me
Going up man
And now all the haters
They notice
Kick em back
Blick em back
Make some moves
No lack
Hit em back
Phonies aint around
My crew thats wack
Woo
Girl go pop the trunk
Grab the stick
Like woo
Everybody run when
The blick
Goes wooo
Girl drop that ass
On the dick
Like
(CHORUS)
Mhmm
Its time to come clean
Wit yo cruel ass
I don't wana hear
Your excuses
I been working way to long
That my mind always stays lucid
I been on the up n up
U been f*ckin up n up
All I'm hearing is excuses
So bitch don't u hit me up
Like f*ck around me
Your lucky if u stay alive
Floors mahogany
Thats wood and
Bitch its pretty nice
Huh
Smokin foreign trees
Only shit that
Gets me high
Fuego on the beat
White boy and yeah
I'm really tight
You gone rock with me
Even if u don't want to
I aint from the streets
I worked em cuz i had to
Money for the lawyer fees
Money for my family
Money for the f*ck of it
Cuz bitch I'm living free
Writer: HARRY LAWSON
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave