a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

chino grande - come back to me lyrics

intro:
you know baby
when i didn’t have you in my pocket
the day after that sushi spot
i started thinking f-ck
i’ll never leave you again girl

[chorus: blanca nieves]
come back
come back
come back
come back to me
chino g punish me
i been so bad, so bad
would you come back? please
(x2)

verse 1:
i been thinking bout you crazy baby
lately it’s been really gacho
todo borracho
while i’m toking smoking on this frajo
with heavy thoughts of breathing
thinking we should be together
siempre forever
i will treasure from the day i met her
i couldn’t see her with n0body different
isn’t it funny
how we be running from somethin’ so lovely
yeah must be
i’m a gangster
but i told you from the very start
barberries these p-ssions
cuz i’m active calling every yards
i look back & reminisce
over the last kiss
now i just sit & twist the wrist
to make a little chips
you were my first love
shiver when i feel & touch
get me out of jail or making bail
if i have enough
buy me a pad
and if your jealous pop them cinderellas
that’s why i hold you in my palm
until you get the coulis
stack me & i ménage a twine
unb-tton your bra
chilling at the spot with a cigar
like i was escobar

[chorus] (x2)

[verse 2]
never will i be broke again
you were my only friend
for saken take a break
and anything that let me in
you see me struggle till i bubble
or i make it happen
with all the wrapping
like the rocks that i would chop in plastic
you see me chiefing with the green
til we leave em bleeding
misery mysteries
and hopefully we still competing
i’ll never leave you girl
the money turn you in to pearls
find me a righteous little mami
stopping right by the mural
i hope you hear me, never weary
turn you in to nos
bustin’ head shots
we stompin’ dropin’ any other guy
i’m just a diabolical folical
spottin’ money
i’m really hungry dummy
not talkin’ about my tummy
you think it’s funny
but i told that it won’t stop
of course not
i brought the glock to match it with the brocha
es otra cosa
then they fly aways like dirty moscas
i’m living in the city with no pity, vida loca

[chorus] (x2)

[verse 3]
i hear you callin’
now i’m ballin’
and i make dinero
i learned the words to spit a verse
he grew up in the ghetto
we living serio if you ask me
rolling up & they blasting
that’s why they visualize
the mister mazopaski
we keep it crackin on the turf spots
see it could be your worst thought
but here you come again
it’s time to fond the work out
i’m on a money spree
and baby you my honey bee
i never leave you again girl
just like my mother said

[chorus] (x2)

- chino grande lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS