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apollo brown & crimeapple - mis amigos lyrics

[intro]
we don’t got a lot to say ironically
you know i don’t be tryna catch up
reminisce and all that
n0body got time for it man
woah, woah

[verse 1]
i had to get it, nothing fell in place, i felt the hate (nope)
you hit the sh+t, it melt ya’ face and then you fell from grace
[?] felon’s fate, i managed to escape (woah)
now i just fumigate the stage, ya’ cameras in my face
b+tch wanna taste, might end up with a banana in her waist (ay yi yi)
made her flinch, she made a face, she won’t let an inch go to waste (no she won’t)
the road to h+ll is pavеd with good intention, not to mention
the jеsus piece glisten, but i’m not a christian, pray for guap and chicken (yup)
politician pop up with a quiet engine, make a statement (h+llo)
heard death and sleep was related, no more time gettin’ wasted
we celebrated in them places, unfamiliar faces (yup)
the money come in other shades, speak in different languages
my flow is stupid like i bit the pain chip, ignoramus
sh+t got my grip looking like a danish and my b+tch is danish (and my b+tch is danish)
i heard ya’ tape, that sh+t was +n+s, i ain’t wanna play with
b+tch couldn’t stop staring at the bracelet, had to get the lasik (woah)

[interlude]
got some different type of friends
you wouldn’t have an idea though
you know, the quiet type
real quiet
nah, we don’t reminisce like that
there’s no greater gift than the present
you understand me
woah
[verse 2]
everytime i ate, there was a hunt involved, you bump the god (bump the god)
nothing’s odd, having heaven on earth you’d think i wasn’t flawed (okay)
the homies got radar though and they always know when something’s off
he wasn’t involved but frontin’ like he done it, i’m done with y’all (okay)
shawty bad as f+ck but i ain’t answerin’
a million thirsty dudes clamoring but i ain’t pandering, lit the wood, let the cancer in
count the bread, let the sample spin, dismantle it
played ya’ sh+t a few times but really wasn’t a fan of it (nah, we wasn’t f+cking with that)
my scenery is ambient, expensive dinner was candlelit
grew up watching my old man sniff, i was sl!ck, flip the m+n+script (i had to flip this whole sh+t)
can you picture me ten years ago, every dream broken?
regular routine, always bein’ where the fiends smokin’ (oh my god)
seem hopeless, now i’m seen comin’ out of the green lotus (woah)
with a queen who might be in vogue who open off to mean quotes (woah)
seriously potent, no smoke screen, no pitch
all my sh+t is corrosive, lethal doses, dawg, my pen the dopest
woah

[outro]
nothing but culprits ’round me
not really the conversational types, you know what i mean
not the type to pass you a blunt either
might crack a joke or two but
only talk about bands in this b+tch
biggest in the county
one time
woah
[?]

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