Verse one: Ay yo, my family, half black and half godbody Half blood and half leppa? So nigga weppa? It don’t matter whatever you is I sneeze in your food (achoo), show you I’m rude I’m half puerto rock, what, puerto rican my pops My moms black, most people call me a mutt Yo, they always said my first words was what what And it stuck with me, like my fingers stay sticky Shifty, lowdown, greedy, and rissy Take a shit on y’all, then I spit on y’all Niggas gas like a fuck, while in my car Rock the low sport, always show latino support My niggas travel from miami to cali, cali to miami And even come home the whole winter Shit is cold in new york, god Kid, it snow hard I rather be out of state call me chico debarge On some other shit Nice and slow like the usher shit You make me wanna uh-huh, just smother shit Pyp, nigga, play your part Or you can lfs, yo leave from start
Chorus:
Esta loca (loca), dame chocha (chocha) Esta loca (loca), dame chocha (chocha) Esta loca (loca), dame chocha (chocha) [woman] damelo papi por favor
Verse two:
Special guest appearance My name hardly gets clearance Only family will have no interference Or intersection, it’s like a thugged out connection From in-state to out of state, we still eat great And you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk And I travel and pump, while y’all just punk In your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood You do what I thought, why do what you should I got a chick everywhere, while y’all fuck local Bitch I bumped years ago, got her throat vocal I ain’t mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough When I stick with my fam, yo, you know how that go Rock armani x, with the gautier specs Lighten up, get back, with my chick in my lex Yo, that’s the issue I’m on the beats now, official Playing volleyball, instead of playing with a pistol I like money, money makes a nigga feel ill I ain’t had to sell crack, since I had my deal And that’s some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real That’s some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real
Chorus:
Esta loca (loca), da me chocha (chocha) Esta loca (loca), da me chocha (chocha) Esta loca (loca), da me chocha (chocha)
Closing:
Now you can get with this, or you can get with that You can get with this, or you can get with that You can get with this, or you can get with that I say you get with this, cause this is iraq, iraq motherfuckers
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Copy to Clipboard: Verse one: Ay yo, my family, half black and half godbody Half blood and half leppa? So nigga weppa? It don’t matter whatever you is I sneeze in your food (achoo), show you I’m rude I’m half puerto rock, what, puerto rican my pops My moms black, most people call me a mutt Yo, they always said my first words was what what And it stuck with me, like my fingers stay sticky Shifty, lowdown, greedy, and rissy Take a shit on y’all, then I spit on y’all Niggas gas like a fuck, while in my car Rock the low sport, always show latino support My niggas travel from miami to cali, cali to miami And even come home the whole winter Shit is cold in new york, god Kid, it snow hard I rather be out of state call me chico debarge On some other shit Nice and slow like the usher shit You make me wanna uh-huh, just smother shit Pyp, nigga, play your part Or you can lfs, yo leave from start
Chorus:
Esta loca (loca), dame chocha (chocha) Esta loca (loca), dame chocha (chocha) Esta loca (loca), dame chocha (chocha) [woman] damelo papi por favor
Verse two:
Special guest appearance My name hardly gets clearance Only family will have no interference Or intersection, it’s like a thugged out connection From in-state to out of state, we still eat great And you know I like to get drunk, roll that skunk And I travel and pump, while y’all just punk In your own hood, hoping you blow, knock on wood You do what I thought, why do what you should I got a chick everywhere, while y’all fuck local Bitch I bumped years ago, got her throat vocal I ain’t mad though, a nigga like me get mad dough When I stick with my fam, yo, you know how that go Rock armani x, with the gautier specs Lighten up, get back, with my chick in my lex Yo, that’s the issue I’m on the beats now, official Playing volleyball, instead of playing with a pistol I like money, money makes a nigga feel ill I ain’t had to sell crack, since I had my deal And that’s some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real That’s some real shit, a nigga just keeping it real
Chorus:
Esta loca (loca), da me chocha (chocha) Esta loca (loca), da me chocha (chocha) Esta loca (loca), da me chocha (chocha)
Closing:
Now you can get with this, or you can get with that You can get with this, or you can get with that You can get with this, or you can get with that I say you get with this, cause this is iraq, iraq motherfuckers
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