Narco Trafficante Lyrics

Narco Trafficante lyrics

Kevin Gates

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Lyrics to Narco Trafficante Yo me llamo Luco Brasi
Ughh
Yo mato por nada
Yo tengo mucha pistolas, cabron
Yo tengo cocaina, marijuana, y lo que tu nessesita
Numberos bueno
If you havin trouble translatin what the fuck I just said, go get Rosetta Stone
Puta, pendejo

Verse 1
Passionate about crack sales, people wonder if I have a cracked head
See OG and freelow, don't ever call him no crack head
Brap brap, cracked legs, broke ribs, cracked head
Me cleavin' to the white meat, cracked eggs

Pots, pans, still objects, non-stick, district court
Nonsense child support, tryna settle things outta court
Luco Price he a mobster, chill get thrown in ya collarbone
Broken nose and a collarbone, neck look like a xylophone

Sick a being bothered pussy artist you can blast off
When I was broke I was a joke, I couldn't die far
Wrong number, call a bitch, I get the dial tone
Now my dipping game away from getting smiled to oh

Cheeks, cheeks, or should I say no cheek
Been on the streets for 14 months and I ain't miss a beat
White girl wasted, a couple want me to cuddle
Need them bills to pay her bill, she love my lil' brother Chuckie

Booty club transaction in traffic saying they love it
OG car moving blocks boxin impuddle
Down sag hood, out the hood I suffer concussions
Why receive a past protection, no fumble, touchdown, or nothin, go

Hook
Bitch I run the streets, don't talk to police
Say what's my name perdon mi no habla ingles
Bitch I run the streets, mi no talk to police
Say what's my name perdon mi no habla ingles

Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Te quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre

Verse 2
I know I'm the shit like my shit don't have a stench
And all my hoes are ratchet like I don't have a wrench
And all my hoes are in the game like I don't have a bench
And they gimme so much brain, them hoes don't make no sense

And my white girl in the kitchen work her wrist like Rachel Ray
I don't see no black and white, I see 50 shades of grey, yeah
Cocaine and jail, bars story of my life
I got 11 in the car, I hope amigo wrapped 'em right

I don't want these nigga's bitches so Imma give 'em back to 'em
But they MOE gang exclusive, I'm startin' to get attatched to 'em
Bitches on my dick, I got to ask 'em where my dick is
Shout out to my girlfriend, act like you ain't catch it

Benz truck, I'm loving it, I love it so much I fuck in it
Am I tripping or is her pussy talkin', I swear it just told me to nut in it
Her pussy so tight I'm stuck in it, feel like she still sucking it
I beat it until it young bleed like her, nigga what in it

Hook
Bitch I run the streets, don't talk to police
Say what's my name perdon mi no habla ingles
Bitch I run the streets, mi no talk to police
Say what's my name perdon mi no habla ingles

Narco trafficante, Narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre
Narco trafficante, Narco trafficante
Te quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre

Verse 3
Bitch I'm fresh up off my grind like a skateboard in this prime
Don't skateboard well I, couldn't skateboard if I tried
I like trap houses and kitchens and love to fuck with perscriptions
Got a bad bitch and she sickening, you'd prolly guess she a stripper

She kinda tall, got a long weave, her thighs thick and she slender
She play men but she really sweet, got pretty teeth and she tender
My mother's Puerto Rican with pistols, illegal tender
I ain't pussy like the son of the one on illegal tender

Gason Donald bitch you play Willy Cooley I get you injured
Went to school, too busy focused on pigeons, we got suspended
Boyfriend ugly, girl I'm too cute to be going duffy
Keep that hifey shit from around me in public, could lead to scufflin'

Free zoah li jamalo while in the Roco republic
Still I thrive in the gutter, missing lives in the jungle
Pair of cleates dirty feet had to improvise when I'm probably
Boobly bumpy on a muscle, can't go aside from the hustle, no

Hook
Bitch I run the streets, don't talk to police
Say what's my name perdon mi no habla ingles
Bitch I run the streets, mi no talk to police
Say what's my name perdon mi no habla ingles

Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Ti quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre
Narco trafficante, narco trafficante
Te quiero cocaina mi familia es mi hombre
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