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puerto rican brothers - 401caleb lyrics

[hook: 401caleb, slurziican]
i’ma be yo’ b*tches man, i’ma f*ck her off the xan
quick to change up on a f*ck n*gga, i’ma yell “shazam”
merge attachments in the blam like it’s rice with the spam
i got three k’s in this b*tch, n*gga, like i’m in the clan
yeah i f*ck her off the xan, give a f*ck about her man
bet you he won’t match my glam, ha
now we back to the serious sh*t, i’ma take your b*tch home and steady finger her sh*t

[verse: 401caleb, slurziican]
if her n*gga say some sh*t unload this .10 in the bl!ck
if he try to do sumn then i’ma k!ll his b*tch
n*ggas claim what they ain’t while i’m out here making bank
run a train on yo’ main, she just gave the crew brain
yeah, gave the crew brain, dodging cops lane to lane
mothaf*cka so insane
if he tryna run up, send shots through his f*cking brain
i been through a lot pain, in the future i gotta name
yeah, in the future got a name
east side b*tch from atlanta calling me her mane
no set to my name but if it’s beef, let it be known
now a south side b*tch calling me on her trap phone
all designer, i be rockin’ chrome on chrome
you a fan, buddy, i can’t let your ass get known
wait
drive by, send shots out the window
cops are on d*ck, they found the motherf*cking vin code
after i moved i thought i had no where to go
but we beefing over a little ass stupid f*cking hoe, d*mn
i got dreams with my team, it’s not always ‘bout the green
‘cause my demons intervene and the world bittersweet
man, it’s so much f*cking havoc, numb the pain spitting magic
cap rap all you n*ggas spitting plastic, talking ‘bout you got a ratchet
shut the f*ck up with that racket
y’all can’t f*ck with me, y’all n*ggas really can’t
get rich with a baddie we gon’ own every land
get rich or die tryin, baby tell me what’s the plan
carry guns in the plane, we gon’ take a flight to france, yeah, yeah
all the bread that i make, it’s a f*cking bakery
i got blades and melodies, i got guns with h*lla beams
i just be owning this b*tch, while she blowing this d*ck
and a n*gga got money with honnies
nose runny from the cocaine bricks
yeah, puerto rican brothers and we flyin’ international
talking crazy on the net, keep your mind rational
five b*tches over one latino thats fractional
drunk driving you know i just did a hit and go
filipino baddie, tryna slide to her crib, ask if i’m down to f*ck
baby, i just want the mouth, baby, i just want the gawk
i keep souring, yeah [?] just like i am a f*cking a hawk, yeah
keep it hawk like a hendrican, i’m from south side i dont jack the west i’ma spin 2 tac
got a drake and a mac, keep a strap
if you talk crazy you gon’ take a nap
[hook: 401caleb, slurziican]
i’ma be yo’ b*tches man, i’ma f*ck her off the xan
quick to change up on a f*ck n*gga, i’ma yell “shazam”
merge attachments in the blam like it’s rice with the spam
i got three k’s in this b*tch, n*gga, like i’m in the clan
yeah i f*ck her off the xan, give a f*ck about her man
bet you he won’t match my glam, ha
now we back to the serious sh*t, i’ma take your b*tch home and steady finger her sh*t

- 401caleb lyrics

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