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pk - santi cazorla lyrics

[chorus]
olé, olé, and it’s the bad ombré
mexicano bad ombré
español, that bad ombré
santi cazorla, that bad ombré
olé, olé, and it’s the bad ombré
mexicano bad ombré
español, that bad ombré
santi cazorla, that bad ombré
olé, olé, and it’s the bad ombré
mexicano bad ombré
español, that bad ombré
santi cazorla, that bad ombré
olé, olé, and it’s the bad ombré
mexicano bad ombré
español, that bad ombré
santi cazorla, that bad ombré

[verse 1]
it’s like left foot, right foot, man are from the c-a-m
shoot from the middle like cam
d-e-n, yeah, that’s my ends
i know when i’m on the ball, manaman are moving skeng
take shots at me, get smoked like blem
boy get twined on the pitch like santi
bet you thought i was gonna say benzema
i tricked you again, blood, silly old speng
man wanna come against me on a set, better come correct
i heard that you talk to the feds
don’t try send for the bad ombré, get
murked on the set, nah, you don’t wanna see me get vexed
or you’ll end up in a mess, when tings get tense
i will scramble your head like eggs
any violation, instant death

[verse 2]
olé, olé, and it’s the bad ombré, i’m
five foot seven like santi
when i’m on the field, you know me, i’m anti
free kick specialist, man better mind your boaty
lob your head with the right foot, tekky
i’ve got bare sk!lls when i’m on the field
i play the number ten real easy
tiki taka, it don’t matter
p-ss me your girl, i will viva la raza, yeah
muchas gracias, she’s got a fat backs
yeah, man ah like that, so man ah draw that
cross my lob ball into your wifey’s mouth
and she like that, what you wanna fight ’bout?
man better calm down
i don’t wanna run man down with a big shank
chase man onto the road ’cause i’m on that, don’t try come back

[verse 3]
just like c-a to the z-o-r-l-a
if you didn’t know, i wear the number nineteen
i run the midfield, man can’t barge me
shortest don but i’ve got the fl!ck blade
man can’t imitate me ’cause my flow’s unique
i know you wanna be me slyly
you wanna spit like bré ’cause i’m grimy
tell a man you need to work on your styley
i’ve got the hot bars, like tamale
got the kitchen cheffing like ramsay
talk to the pouch in beef cuh that’s handy
chop man with the sword like i’m shaystee
man are not inna no hanky-panky
or okey dokey
man, i’ll be looking for you at your party
run up on the pitch and i’ll murk your family
man can’t catch me

- pk lyrics

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