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paff (mar) - barrio patrol lyrics

[chorus: paff]
streets is outta control
that’s why we barrio patrol
if they see me, yeah, they fold
where i’m from, b+tch, sh+t is cold
ain’t no door open, they closed
i’m with arturo, b+tch, we do the most
tell your rapper to take notes
where are they at? yeah, they ghost
i can’t see them, yeah, they ghost
[verse 1: arturo & chino]
i can’t see them, yeah, they ghost
f+ck gsf, especially ghost
do a drive+by on four, then we take it to the grove
f+ck esb, and f+ck mando

stay out of jamestown and el rancho
my vatos a bunch of mini el chapos
in the barrio flippin’ nothin’ but tacos

yo chino, hop in the whip
there’s a car in the alley, someone’s tryna break in
who is it?
i don’t know, it’s just some vato
wanna rob us, i’ma rob his zapatos

and i’ll take your money, i’ll take your chain
head to the vu, i’ll make it rain
life i live, homie, it ain’t no game
it ain’t saint’s row, it ain’t gta

in the barrio, section 3’s where i stay
playin’ with my money gonna get your ass sprayed
with my uzi, yo chick in the barrio just shakin’ her booty
it’s kj time, so we head to the jacuzzi
run up on a fool like, “yo, what’s gucci?”
started talkin’ reckless so i hit him wit’ a two piece
left his ass woozy
barrio patrol with your b+tch in my two+seat
get ’em chino!

streets is outta control
that’s why we barrio patrol
if they see me, yeah, they fold
where i’m from, b+tch, sh+t is cold
ain’t no door open, they closed
i’m with arturo, b+tch, we do the most
tell your rapper to take notes
where are they at? yeah, they ghost
i can’t see them, yeah, they ghost
[verse 2: chino & arturo]
free cesar and shout out pancho
cruisin’ on your block in my camo camacho
look at all my money, it’s just nacho
paint your ass red, i ain’t talkin’ picasso

paint your ass red, we ain’t talkin’ bsk
bullets make you dance like you was doin’ ballet
wave the white flag comes with 50k
k!ll you in june, but they found you in may

robbin’ our barrio, you may end up in the grave
it’s yellow world, sh+t ain’t no phrase
robbin’ the vault on my off days
all my homies eat, all my homies paid

all my homies eat, all my homies paid
lil’ homie junior gon’ get your ass laid
shout out benji, shout out kj
shout out cousin, shout out jefe

couple yellow demons patrollin’ na
connects in tijuana shippin’ us ak’s
shout out to big rooster servin’ us candy
it’s big 22, vato, we don’t f+ckin’ play

[outro: arturo]
orale!
you know what f+ckin’ time it is, man?
it’s big 22, esv for life, ese
viva la raza!
and if i called you up, que pasa?
whatchu gonna do about it, homie?
i f+ckin’ rock yellow
you see me day and night like kid cudi and sh+t
whatchu gonna do about it, homie?
hey, come see me in the streets, fool

- paff mar lyrics

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