y.g.k.r rapz - el paso lyrics
k-rut
young goofy
reppin’ that y.g.k.r
(that’s us)
[verse 1: k-rut]
i grew up in this town
and i ain’t f-ckin’ around
got these fake -ss country boys
tryna put my -ss down
they ain’t gonna quit
cause their girlfriend’s suckin’ sh-t
they make fun of my outfit
my old beat up whip
f-ckin’ with them is like listening to sh-tty music
you always press skip
they got their camo on
but i got my nike’s on
and i’m about to hit it strong, just do it
that’s what i’m saying in this song
[hook x2]
el paso
more like el p-sshole
better hurry up and grab yo pistol
shoot ’em down, make a loud sound
then run from the cops while you’re clownin’ around
[verse 2: young goofy]
when you grow up in el paso, you know about trucks
sl-ts with the cowboy boots, booty shorts, and big ‘ol b-tts
they suck your exhaust and make ’em choke
cause that’s what they love most; big black smoke
they wear shirts to make their cleavage show
she’s not a truck sl-t
she’s a truck hoe
they hop on your truck and ride like a d-ck
except they don’t know how to drive stickshift
but you win ’em over
with that lift kit
cause they’re truck sl-ts
love to climb up in it
[hook x2]
el paso
more like el p-sshole
better hurry up and grab yo pistol
shoot ’em down, make a loud sound
then run from the cops while you’re clownin’ around
[verse 3: k-rut]
i went to el paso high school
i can barely tie my shoe
i’m sittin’ in math cl-ss wonderin
what the f-ck am i gonna do?
the teacher gave me a detention
for failing to count to [?] two
i’m sittin’ in the cafeteria
eatin’ this fake -ss food
lunch lady poppin’ food on my tray
givin’ me an att-tude (ha!)
sittin’ next to a person
can’t even tell if it’s a dude
but whatever it is
they’re actin’ kinda rude
[hook x2]
el paso
more like el p-sshole
better hurry up and grab yo pistol
shoot ’em down, make a loud sound
then run from the cops while you’re clownin’ around
[verse 4: young goofy]
got these rich kids whose parents buy all the sh-t
and if they don’t get what they want
they gonna throw a fit and say
“m-mommy! can i please have it?”
they have these nice cars without breakin’ a sweat
but whine when it’s not a brand new corvette
i work my -ss off to get half of what you got
with my little old ford ranger that’s surely bound to rot
a little preppy -ss b-tches is definitely what i’m not
oops, gotta go to work
almost forgot
eight more hours of workin’ like a robot
[hook x2]
el paso
more like el p-sshole
better hurry up and grab yo pistol
shoot ’em down, make a loud sound
then run from the cops while you’re clownin’ around
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