younglordju – cartel lyrics
lil’ b-tch aye lil’ b-tch she f-cking with
the team trying finesse for the rent
but i ain’t no gent so i kicked her out
the stu so what it do no flight crew and i opp
she smoking julls she going be dead in a month
or two young lords cartel how we f-cking move
these n-ggas pollo and they sweet gotta lil’
foreign chick like cardi b
uno, dos, tres then they toast
i be dreaming bout beef i do the most
we run down white van yea we trafficking
the ops imma mother f-cking menace and i can’t stop
and we can’t stop do a f-cking raid on your sh-t
confiscate all the bread lil’ n-gga you a l!ck
i got my lil’ hoe back doorin’ in your sh-t
aye lil’ lil’ lil’ b-tch aye three knocks hola
kick in your sh-t tell em get on the floora
i want all the dougha aye aye aye aye aye
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