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KickaFly - TIJUANA Lyrics



KickaFly - TIJUANA Lyrics
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Pull out my green, light it up, marijuana
Sky high like my flights, Tiajuana
Flat sippin' on my glass of horchata
Bag thief on a yacht, un pirata
F*ck 45, f*ck his dime, he ain't make that
He can pay me to hush and I'll take that
Pockets so fat, but my money El Chapo
On the news, they can call me El Guapo
Aye, I just jumped the fence
First thing I see is that bitch, Mike Pence
Punch him in balls then I hop in his Benz
I don't give a f*ck, left behind all my friends, yuh
Pull up my whip to a Casa Maria
Spit game to a waitress, order two margaritas, yeah
Viene para aqua, se que ella necesita
Un baron, el mejor, apurate mamacita
Big thick bitch suck my dick, f*ckin' on a white chick
Came for a wife and a white brick
Got one and brought one, I had that shit real quick
Share with the hoe, now there's white on her lipstick
Buyin' my sugar cause it got a nice smell
Yeah, I'm gettin' rich, how could you cartel?
Sellin' my shit in the clear Coast, sneakin'
LA bay, sellin' coke to the Weeknd
Arriba!! Aye chamaco, dale otra ves!
Hay no no no, no puedo
Solo dale!
Aye pues okay,
Yuh, aye
Get a bitch down low, scream ole!
Ain't goin' back South, tell you that much
I don't really miss desert food that much
Bad bitch on my right, light brown, like a hashbrown
Got her ass round, tryna go downtown
But hol' up, wait, guess the opps tryna test me
'Cause I-C-E three men tryna arrest me
F*ck! I trip my bitch then I run past a corner
Ain't run this fast since I first passed the border
Mierda, no salgo de esto!
Only Bars I'm behind is gold from Pablo Esco
Now I'm lost like, "which ways which?"
No choice but to pull out my switch
Set my aims, gotta give God thanks
But oh shit, wait, these mags full of blanks
Ain't too long before the cops apprehend me
But I don't give a damn, they just can't comprehend me
They take my green, my cards and assure us
Me and family goin' back to Honduras
Pull out my green, light it up, marijuana
Sky high like my flights, Tiajuana
Flat(s) sippin' on my glass of horchata
Bag thief on a yacht, un pirata
F*ck 45, f*ck his dime, he ain't make that
He can pay me to hush and I'll take that
Pockets so fat, but my money El Chapo
On the news, they can call me El Guapo
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English

Pull out my green, light it up, marijuana
Sky high like my flights, Tiajuana
Flat sippin' on my glass of horchata
Bag thief on a yacht, un pirata
F*ck 45, f*ck his dime, he ain't make that
He can pay me to hush and I'll take that
Pockets so fat, but my money El Chapo
On the news, they can call me El Guapo
Aye, I just jumped the fence
First thing I see is that bitch, Mike Pence
Punch him in balls then I hop in his Benz
I don't give a f*ck, left behind all my friends, yuh
Pull up my whip to a Casa Maria
Spit game to a waitress, order two margaritas, yeah
Viene para aqua, se que ella necesita
Un baron, el mejor, apurate mamacita
Big thick bitch suck my dick, f*ckin' on a white chick
Came for a wife and a white brick
Got one and brought one, I had that shit real quick
Share with the hoe, now there's white on her lipstick
Buyin' my sugar cause it got a nice smell
Yeah, I'm gettin' rich, how could you cartel?
Sellin' my shit in the clear Coast, sneakin'
LA bay, sellin' coke to the Weeknd
Arriba!! Aye chamaco, dale otra ves!
Hay no no no, no puedo
Solo dale!
Aye pues okay,
Yuh, aye
Get a bitch down low, scream ole!
Ain't goin' back South, tell you that much
I don't really miss desert food that much
Bad bitch on my right, light brown, like a hashbrown
Got her ass round, tryna go downtown
But hol' up, wait, guess the opps tryna test me
'Cause I-C-E three men tryna arrest me
F*ck! I trip my bitch then I run past a corner
Ain't run this fast since I first passed the border
Mierda, no salgo de esto!
Only Bars I'm behind is gold from Pablo Esco
Now I'm lost like, "which ways which?"
No choice but to pull out my switch
Set my aims, gotta give God thanks
But oh shit, wait, these mags full of blanks
Ain't too long before the cops apprehend me
But I don't give a damn, they just can't comprehend me
They take my green, my cards and assure us
Me and family goin' back to Honduras
Pull out my green, light it up, marijuana
Sky high like my flights, Tiajuana
Flat(s) sippin' on my glass of horchata
Bag thief on a yacht, un pirata
F*ck 45, f*ck his dime, he ain't make that
He can pay me to hush and I'll take that
Pockets so fat, but my money El Chapo
On the news, they can call me El Guapo
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Writer: Steven Ramos
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Steven Ramos

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