SUCIO

Lyrics

[Intro] This song is fucking horrible Damn son where'd you find this? In the trash? [Chrous: Xhris2Eazy] Muy sucio Muy suci- Muy- Cold liter, cold swag, whip my wrist Santería Cold liter, cold swag, whip my wrist Santería Cold liter, cold swag, whip my wrist Santería Dark spell, dark magic, slice you up like a pizzeria Sippin' a love potion now your bitch come through, she tryna fuck Posted up with Christ We don't really give a fuck, focused on them bucks [?] smoke an eighth stuff it in a Dutch I pulled a pistol like my name was Dutch Whenever I call up my broski he come in clutch Cast a love spell now I be fucking your slut [Verse 1: xaviersobased] If a nigga got a problem then we pullin up Bad bitch on my nuts, yeah she on my nuts I don't give a fuck I don't givе a fuck I be in this bitch I be turnin' up Wildin' in the party you should turn it up I don't еven know where to fucking [?] I need a woman in my life man I can't fuck with hoes Nigga I don't fuck with you, nigga who is you Dual wield pistols nigga hell yeah imma need two I be goin' long times without eating food If a nigga cross me he can't hang man that boy is food [Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER] These niggas mad cause they wanna be us I'm doing my taxes I'm like what the fuck Cup on the Glock cause it's long as a bus I get to the bread I ain't talking no cold cuts Me and X we be tapped in like a dreadlock Smoking on strong look like it from Bangkok [?] like a pad lock [?] Stay at the door like Homer Simpson Trackhawk run like OJ Simpson Junkies look like Pete Davidson Ball on niggas in Cali, Antawn Jamison She know I'm not the same as him Only turnin' up we not turnin' down Your music ass she like, "turn it down" Fat ass, ugly face told her, "turn around" Smokin' top shelf I can't hear a sound Fiends look like they in Haunted Mound If you ain't talkin' money I'm gonna frown [Verse 3: Acid Souljah] Four straps on my lap I look like General Grievous And I'm not broke bitch I ain't out here stealing shit Acid, Christ, Xris, and Xav on the same track you know we killin' shit I know that you ain't heard some shit as real as this I lied to the junkie, sold him fake percs and I said "You ain't never take nothing as real as this" [?] got her looking like she Courtney Love He's charging gas prices for the mid pack so I robbed him, his bitch, his mom, and his plug If you ain't money when you hit my phone imma be like UGH I just got a pack in and I think the post man when he ride around he like The Little Engine That Could I got a big pack coming in you can't even put that shit on Thomas the Tank Engine if you tried I get in this bitch I start talking about trains I ain't gon' lie I be really fried Presidential swag like I'm Jimmy Carter I hop in this bitch I couldn't even tell a lie [Outro] Holy fucking shit This is fucked beyond repair