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blue sky black death & nacho picasso - luca brasi lyrics

[verse 1]
heard n-ggas out here dissin’, heard n-ggas without a vision
you know you need permission, you know you need -ssistance
you’re lucky i don’t listen to b-tchin’ or you’d be missing
if you knew what i was fixing, our -sses you’d be kissing
you know i keep a pistol, so you know to keep your distance
p-ssionate persistence, i’m not asking, i’m insisting
i’m smashing the resistance, i’m agible to the mystics
and magic with the biscuits, it’s tragical to ballistics
and so animalistic, if i ask ’em then they’ll risk it
my name’s nacho pic-sso and i’m quick to steal your hancho
savage like i’m macho, there’s a b-tch inside my bronco
my n-ggas wearing poncho’s, there’s a d-ck inside their nostrils
roscoe’s chick waffles torturin’ while watching hostel
the apostles be in brothels bonin’ b-tches like they fossils
took some -ssh0l-s be in castles and we look like eddie haskell
we look like little rascals and we don’t put up with h-ssle

[hook]
luca brasi, my poppa’s paid k!ller
pop your p-ssy while i pop this paink!ller
luca brasi, my poppa’s paid k!ller
pop your p-ssy while i pop this paink!ller
luca brasi, my poppa’s paid k!ller
pop your p-ssy while i pop this paink!ller
luca brasi, my poppa’s paid k!ller
pop your p-ssy while i pop this paink!ller

[verse 2]
sold and i be doin’ it, hip hop’s debut ruined it
they say the game’s a b-tch, then how the f-ck is you in it
you ain’t had no p-ssy since you grew in it, you new in it
boy we out here doing it, like mario, we shrooming it
you should call your sister, she probably out here slewing it
you’d think i was a drifter the way i’m out here movin’ it
i ain’t talkin’ bird sh-t, but go and get your p–py head
i’m just tryin’ to lace you, now go and get your doobie dipped
i’m just tryin’ to warn you that hoes be on some sushi sh-t
that fishy sh-t, that ruthless sh-t, hoes in your suzuki quick
they don’t let me pour no drinks, prolly think i roofie it
b-tch i’m fly as rufio so you can go you bougie ho
go and kiss my bootyhole, i’m going to the studio
someone call up julio and tell him bring some nudey hoes
some pink toes that think slow but don’t know how to drink slow
bring blow, some mean hoes cause boy we got these gringo’s

[hook]

- blue sky black death nacho picasso lyrics

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