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sal ” the scribe” giancana – boricua moreno amigos lyrics

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boriqua moreno amigos

verse 1

my essay hispanic/, boricua to be specific/
still moving birds/ across the atlantic and pacific/
the work is terrific/ like these words are prolific/
whether fiends shoot it / smoke or sniff it/

the first forty eight / google translate/
i need a few keys/ never have to wait for weight/
turn a few into twenty / twenty into fifty/
don’t serve strangers/ an n-ggas acting too shifty/

if you only want a kilo / meet at five below
never use names el chapo aka don paquito /
genovese like i’m vito/ blood money el mosquito/
went from rapping to trapping /sipping mystics eating doritos/

my connect i’ll call him hector/ he just call me papi/
at the port of miami/ two mamacitas to top me/
off hard or soft/ be specific with your order/
border wall or not/ moving work across the water/

verse 2

went to cuba then aruba/ that’s where i learn to scuba/
dominican republic/ jamaica with three shooters/
selling bricks on my computer/ cl-ss in session with the tutor/
boricua moreno amigos/ last night i was at hooters/

mexican amigos/ rolling in toyotas/
favelas in brazil / hope the feds don’t notice/
i’m creeping gently in a bentley /or speeding in a lotus/
no social media gangster/ so my mind is always focused/

just left sinaloa/ blow flowing like noah/
oh you said she need a key/ who me sorry i don’t know her/
tell her blanco sent you’/ this is a great adventure
i will not begin to / mention what we into’/

laundering millions like i had a cleaners/
oh my the fbi said that’s not a misdemeanor/
let my attorney deal with that / my mouthpiece is a beast /
no jail, no probation for a body on a piece /

verse 3

call me boss of bosses/ like mr. gambino/
here in my city / i get down like brown nino/
strong criminal ties/ i’m a need a baker to handle all these pies/
tailor made ties/ most wanted organized/

by the bullet or the ballot/ the gun or the bribe/
i know you feel the vibe/ i’m a savage that’s my tribe/
entourage when we arrive/ dime pieces on my side/
gorillas, goons & k!llers / never identified/

aliases galore/ only foreigns is what i drive/
sold out shows that’s live/ i used to have a job/
i’m like lucky luciano with the mob/
rip to my little brother rob/

got more bodies than gotti/ two tone maserati/
my hitter stay strapped/fall asleep with his shotty/
shout out to/ my nephew moddy/
casinos in monte carlo /with lolita and javvy’/

- sal the scribe giancana lyrics

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