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massa (rapper) - el massa lyrics

woo, aye, haha, yuh
where the f+ck is my sombrero?
perra loca, perra loca
it’s lil massa hoe

i got the bag
everybody screamin’ out “kashway or no way”
imma rich kid, i got money
you a lame, i can hear you say, uh, my name
alma de la fiesta, i’m the life of the party
sauced, i be sippin’ on bacardi
grade 9 ain’t n0body like me
shortys thought i was ugly
these n+ggas laughed, told b+tch come and fight me
daily trips to the office, stayed there all day
secretary thick, baby come my way
i tell her, i’m tryna f+ck, if i may
i told b+tch, i gotta 12 inch, yuh, subway
b+tch snaked, i got expelled on friday
had to hop from school to school, hop like a bunny
new school, shout out steli, introduced me to the family
shout out 1k

drop my first track, now all the shortys wearing less clothes around me like it’s sunny, hot hot
grade 10, had my city goin’ crazy for my track, glowed up, now all the b+tches want me
i want a hispanic, thick thighs, big booty, freaky girl, beat that p+ssy up like it’s pollies
want her only if she a perra loca, she a perra loca

she a freak, uh, wanna make a movie, what, 6 season show, icarly
i’m a cold n+gga, uh, it’s chilly, like gonzales she say take me to broadway
what’s gwanin’ witchu, you know i miss you, fawad to my ends, girl you goin’ the wrong way
yo n+gga cappin’ he ain’t got no money, he made it up, but i’m rich i rake it up, yo gotti

tape it up, around him n+gga dead he wanted pollies, shooters pulled up wit a shotty and caught a body
the n+gga said he knew karate, you could be 6’8, 300 pounds, crazy off the molly
but you no match for my glocky, slap shot to the n+gga’s dome call it hockey, ferda
some of y’all built like sticks, you lookin’ like a pocky, knock a n+gga out call me rocky balboa, rocky rocky

tag team a b+tch wit my croski
need a battery, charge up my energy
huh? for the b+tch in the battry
f+ck shorty in style, versace
all my n+ggas on stage with me, mariachi
gimme wozzles or you’re movin’ wassie
i’m super saucy like kawhi handin’ l’s to the bucktees of milwaukee

got rich, issa hot day, from the way it look, no shorty wearin’ clothes in my presence
used to ask for cash on my birthday, never got it had to grind for the way i’m livin’
freaky bad b+tch on my bed, she gon’ give me booty as a birthday present
want her only if she a perra loca, she a perra loca

woah, wait she mad
woah, wait she mad
woah, wait she mad
woah, wait she mad
woah, wait she mad
woah, wait she mad
woah, wait she mad
woah, wait she mad

she wanna f+ck, perra loca
she eat it up, perra loca
she numb it up, perra loca
she back it up, perra loca
she wanna f+ck, perra loca
she eat it up, perra loca
she numb it up, perra loca
she back it up, perra loca

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