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On the weekend, nine in the mornin' I wake up to friends outside, they're talking Outside my window hear 'em callin' (Callin') "Come on down, got the joint, let's fucking burn it" Walking down the street, everything seemed serene In my neighborhood this must be some kind of dream (Kind of dream) 'Cause in these days you don't know who's mean (Know who's mean) Just like Canserbero said, "Be cautious, it seems" (Cautious, it seems) We were heading straight to the Chicano's place A guy who did well hustling in the states (States) He had invited us for some tequila chase Didn't need many to take us in the right space (Space) I took the Roger at the club, was nearby A stranger in the point givin' us supply We bought something to make the party fly Even the language enemy, my head in the sky Spending money as if we were rich Shorty gets horny when I say, "You're my bitch" (Fuego) She told me, "Kayros, you're sick" And she can't stop suckin' on my—, ha And she can't stop suckin' on my—, ha And she can't stop suckin' on my—, ha (Fuego) And she can't stop suckin' on my—, ha She told me, "Kayros, you're sick" And she can't stop suckin' on my—, ha Yeah, yeah Everything is alright (Ooh) What a glorious night (Yeah) Call my homies, tell 'em we don't need to fight Because the vibe of the night feels like the last I don't want fucking problems, copy that (Ooh, yeah) We fuck some bitches and hoes over, overnight Feel that I woke up in a harmony Creating melodies, vibes and some fucking symphonies Sam told me, "What the fuck you doin' with that company?" I told him, "Calm down We're not committing shit and felonies" (Fuego) Bumping up with everything, I wish y'all could feel alive Popping up the stars with the lights of the car I know I'm too drunk to drive, do something to revive (Yeah) Flippin' the car, I can only see the fire (Yeah) Night, night, night, night, night (Fuego) What a night to be alive (Ah, yeah) Fuck the motherfuckers that don't want to feel the vibe Light a cigarette that we the stars tonight Put the highway that we are going to arrive One, two, three, four, five Hah Beat that ass in the motherfuckin' mansion (Ah) I want to see what you can do in action Play with me, no matter, without restriction Let's be like dinos in fucking extinction Buying and driving a new Bugatti (Bugatti) Fuck everyone, wanna go to the party (Party) Everything expensive, nothing shoddy Beat that pussy even if I tardy Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy Do you think I want an Audi? Make this shit blow, hardy, risin' up rose in the house Kayros in the mic and Young Fire on the couch Baby, I like those shoes on Don't you want new ones? Those are old (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I like fire, I don't like nothing cold Sometimes rap feels like is taking control of me (Hah) Deep within my thoughts I seem to be Immersed and lost in the lyrical sea (Be, be) I know I'm not Snoopy but this is nothing but a gangsta shit (Kayros) Yo, rapping about no mercy Be careful this evening (Yeah) Your booty feels like quicksand Been ready for the weekend (Yeah) Let's be realistic, you don't know how it works This is not very hard to fucking understand Nigga this is not a game To be the king there's only one way Kill me and the throne is yours (Ha) You know what I'm saying? (You know what I'm saying?) I know how this works (Brr) Don't pretend to be more Don't be a bitch and have the balls to admit that you adore me Don't try to replicate what I try to be (Fuego) So much dust, it makes me want to sneeze (Fuego, fuego, rex) Fuck you, you're not hotter than me I'm one thousand fucking celsius degrees (Ah) I already made hell with this lyrics So many bastards try to be like me Too many stupid who don't like the glee I make the fire stay in the sea You like the money, I agree But I like more to feel free (Fuego) Not my problem, you don't wanna see How we succeed with these victories Alright, bro, I just don't feel like me You know like, hah All this doesn't fill me, bitches don't fill me up I try and believe me, believe me I don't know if I want money, if money doesn't fill me up like girls I don't know what money would mean to me You know what I'm saying? Girls are like poison You get intoxicated with their lies And all that time and money you lost, who get it back? Damn, it's hard to find a good woman, bro Who taught you to control that world so well? I've never met a motherfucker so good at doin' that You feel me? It's like Honestly, I don't want to control the world I just want to be able to handle well what is within my reach Without any retard that is fucking me Imagine it, you have people who listen to you Follow in your footsteps and admire you And you find a good girl who supports your career Hahahaha, fuck it, shit is crazy Did you just hear the shit I said? Not even the pussies of the bitches From the other day are as bad as what I said Ah, well, it's not bad but it's very hard, right? It's just hard, umm, ah Goddman I, I really want it I want it, I Is this still recording?
Writer(s): Flame Roger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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