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mustard - vatos lyrics

[hook: que]
for the cheese like nachos
i’ll pull up on a n-gga pr-nto
ridin’ for the guap-oh, it’s just me and my vato
if money ain’t the convo, tell me what the h-ll you call for
as soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos
it’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos
it’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos

[verse 1: yg]
i’m talkin’ bout bald head, tatted up ese’s
cv70’s in frente
hold up, they ain’t never on that b-tch sh-t
f-ck a chicklet, they on the corner with that biscuit
called ’em up like (brrp), n-gga need that (brrp)
said that money good, my vato pulled up like (skrrt)
he ain’t playin’ wit’ it, that pistol permanent, he stayin’ wit’ it
yeah, he tryna live his dreams, so he layin’ wit’ it
and i helped him cross the border, now he finally seen his daughter
and his vato just got shot up, he hit the block and all you heard was
blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka!

[verse 2: young jeezy]
que pasa homes, i’m caked up, need a loan
i’m talkin’ pesos, n-gga leave me the f-ck alone
i’m talkin’ big chips, nachos
rappin’ bout another n-gga life, well it’s not yours
catch me out, g’d up, mobbin’ like the cholo
52 rounds in the chop, n-gga yolo
get right, get you what you want like the costco
n-gga pullin’ up on a chicken like at roscoe’s
black hammer, bandana, yellow box, arm hammer
it came out laredo, sent ’em out to atlanta
me and my n-gga toss sour cream and nachos
f-ck wit’ my n-gga, i’ll knock the beef up out your taco

[verse 3: que]
headed to the guapo, it’s just me and my vato
ridin’ wit’ the heater, in the winter, wit’ the top gone
for the cheese like a nacho, i’ll knock the beef out your taco
when it come to velveeta, i do not play bout my peso
it’s just me and my vato, we in a porsche on rodeo
tryna find us a j-lo to paint a face like it’s make-up
if you play with the queso, them bullets flyin’ rapido
call my vatos like andale go and pick up ladrillos
my compadres, my partners, aka my amigos
and they play with gambino, don’t touch it if it poquito
if it ain’t bout guapo, lil’ n-gga don’t call
cause i don’t wanna talk, fall back, n-gga, pause
i don’t play about my vatos
when it come to ’em, give a n-gga that trabajo

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