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pranav.wav - el diablo pollo lyrics

el diablo pollo lyrics
como estas
estoy muy bien
you cannot step in the .wav that i’m in
i don’t got a gun b+tch i got 10
i said this before and i’ll say it again
buenos noches
leave you in a coffin
punch to the gut like covid coughin’
up blood
b+tch duck
pastor p
don’t give f+cks
quiero hablo
get off my c+ck
hole in your head if you f+ck with the mob
itchin for the medicine
sparkin like i’m edison
i’m not a simp, get it right, i’m a gentleman
k!ll em with the ketamine
i’m the one k!llin me
track down and burn down your crib with the gasoline
hola senorita
speedin like a cheetah
act like a b+tch so i wouldn’t wanna meet ya
spaz on the track like a mac with a mag
you don’t got a point like a belt with a sag
clips to the facе leave a body with a tag
your girl say my name whеn she got on a gag
run with the criminals
b+tch you are minimal
bullets go through me like i am invincible
biblical with every syllable
ay f+ck it bruh
diablo, woah
es cabron, woah
we gon mob, woah
flip my sh+t, woah
diablo, woah
es cabron, woah
we gon mob, woah
flip my sh+t, woah
b+tch i’m a demon
it’s demon time
we gon leave the boy bleeding like columbine
i just pop me perc n i’m doing fine
finna stack me some bread for the dinner time
and it’s coming w cheese
can’t forget the wine
road running the gas
i’m like texaco
and i’m taxing these packs
for a couple boats
ain’t got enough yet
just to get it gone
i got some 30s
we poppin em early
that boy actin nervous
he ain’t with sh+ts
been thinking bout murder
we tote timmy turners
he actin like opp parents in this b+tch
ain’t finna lack
i’m grippin the strap
i’m watching my back
got packs n the mail
i’m in the back
of the cadillac
i’m wearing all black
i’m coming from h+ll
verbally i’m better than sippin’ on the evian
pouring up a drink make my tummy feel it rumbling
quenching from the drip drops
walking with my flip flop
talking all you sh+t
till a n+gga at the tip+top
gunning with some red dots
finna blow yo head off
talking how we walkin
ain’t no k!llin wit a mask off
i be out in red rock clowning on these bret rocks
finna hit a l!ck smoking gas take a trip
like f+ck, like f+ck
smoke a pound sell the rest count bucks
i ain’t f+ckin wit a b+tch from the subs like
only b+tches in the hood counting dubs
like f+ck, like f+ck
smoke a pound sell the rest count bucks
i ain’t f+ckin wit a b+tch from the subs like
only b+tches in the hood counting dubs

como estas
estoy muy bien
you cannot step in the .wav that i’m in
i don’t got a gun b+tch i got 10
i said this before and i’ll say it again
buenos noches
leave you in a coffin
punch to the gut like covid coughin’
up blood
b+tch duck
pastor p
don’t give f+cks

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