bro this shit
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I understand what your tellin’ me but it’s so hard
Always fuss and we fight ‘til we back at the start
Te amo te quiero mi crazy vato gangero
Sé lo que yo tengo contigo pero te tengo
I know you mean well when you hold me tight
The only one who can handle me right during a fight
And I cherish all the times that I spend with you
Hold your pictures in my hands when I pray for you
If this is gangster love then I’m down for whatever
Lay me down on the cama and enjoy that we’re together
Turn on the candles, hickies on my cuello
Mi firme veterano, mi firme pandillero
Always down to ride for you, like Bonnie and Clyde would do
I’ll always stand with you, forever be true
Keep you on my mente, siempre mi vida
I’m a gangster’s wife to an anybody killa
Daddy, let me know that I’m your only girl
The only man that I need in this gangster world is you
And I wouldn’t trade it
So why you think I would lie, won’t you tell me, girl?
The only one that I need in my gangster world is you
And I wouldn’t trade it
Hello, mijo, where are you?
Hey baby, I just called to tell you
I’m right here on the border, daddy’s comin’ home--------------- this one tooAh I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don’t let me be misunderstood stood
Creeping through the land “Nuevo Mex” on the stilo
Chilling with the homies getting faded acting evil
Just a bunch of “Psycho-Lokos” on uh mission for disaster
Puro desmadre on the streets just a life filled with laughter
All my locos in the valle just a bunch of pistoleros
Popping shots off in the calles letting off the fucking cuernos
This is do or die loko in the streets of the juego
Reppin’ “Nuevo” on the serio fuck a panochero perro
Living life pain inflicted ain’t no rest for the wicked
All the homies getting twisted and the hynas down to kick it
Roll rolling in the noche in the “Land Of Enchantment”
“Cinco Cero Cinco” where there ain’t no gang enhancement
So “Fuck The Law” head shaved pandillero
With the ink on my cara and the rhymes for the ghetto
Snorting lines of guera desert land lokera
Blasting on a perra make um hit the fucking tierra
Cuz I’m a soul on a wicked viaje filled with liquor and another pasé
I take a trago throwing up my lado
Cuz I’m that vago that be spitting it claro
So fuck the rest and all my enemigas
Penetrate their flesh and shoot um up like chiva
“On Some Barrio Shit” a lost soul with good intentions
“Smile Now Cry Later” for the lokos representing
On the calles with the heat tucked under the seat
Or on your fucking waistline every time that you creep
“On Some Barrio Shit” a lost soul with good intentions
“Smile Now Cry Later” for the lokos representing
On the calles with the heat tucked under the seat
Or on your fucking waistline every time that you creep
On a mothafuckin’ gangsta trip and did I mention?
That I’m just a soul with some good intentions
But I act so bad when I’m gone off the pisto
“Psycho-Villain” “T-Towneros” kicking back with all my people
Don’t misunderstand what I say in these palabras
A gun in the hand with a fist full of balas
For these chavalas that wanna start pedo
Rolling up on your spot dumping hollows in your cuerpo
It’s a sickness and we’re all infected
Letting off with uh quickness fat slugs ejected
“Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” yeah I said that shit
We’ll cap a mutt bitch too throw a slug in her hip
I love them hot summer nights in the land of the crystals
Valley of death where everybody packing pistols
Gotta watch your back in the “Belly Of The Beast”
Two S’s on my face with my “Frisco County’s” creased
Forty ounce on my lap and it’s freezing my balls
Cruising down “Roselawn” steady ducking the laws
Got uh fat blunt rolled I took a hit and I thought
We’ll burn this mothafucka down while the balas get popped
Evil ass plots in these calles we’re dwellin’
Nine times out of ten by age twelve you’re a felon
That’s just how it goes with these crazy ass souls
In “T-Town” they stay high always blazing glass bowls
“On Some Barrio Shit” a lost soul with good intentions
“Smile Now Cry Later” for the lokos representing
On the calles with the heat tucked under the seat
Or on your fucking waistline every time that you creep
“On Some Barrio Shit” a lost soul with good intentions
“Smile Now Cry Later” for the lokos representing
On the calles with the heat tucked under the seat
Or on your fucking waistline every time that you creep
Ah I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don’t let me be misunderstood stood -
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