Fidel Castro by Khalil Vegas Lyrics
(Warm-Up)
Ey
Alright
Ey, Yo, Ey
(Intro)
Free Bam, free X, who next in the jam
Nappy headed nigga bumping old school D.R.A.M
Neglectful fam, fucking fiendin Fanta
Never had a dad, I don't believe in Santa
I dont pray alot because it slip my mind
I never keep a bitch cause I'm a waste of time
Pastors hate me, all my exes played me, and if I ever had a rope bet you couldn't save me
(Verse 1)
Daddy issues, fucking grab a tissue
You a young bull, stop acting pussy
4, 5, 6 niggas rocking Stussy, Imma rob they ass for the fucking fun
Don't gang bang, just clutch the gun, and if the cops come, niggas better run
Imma Wild Boy call me Waka Flocka
Choppa opera screaming like retarded llamas
( Verse 1 Breakdown)
Say I joke around to much like what
Say ya boy bout to go to hell that's clutch
Say I'm the street like cars, bars
Sipping on shit that's rated R
Ran up in a house last night like what
All of my girls had a bubble butt
Stay up in yo place like a fitted, fuck it
Act like a bra with a titty, fuck it
(Outro)
Popping the fire be bracking My cousin got out he not lacking
Like ey, Woah
Asking me how I don't know, I just roll in bowl and I'm toting that fire I'm pope
Cutting me off like a rope, ey
Not that important no more, ey
Stomp on that bitch in a basket, ey
Stomp on that bitch in a casket, ey
Ey
Alright
Ey, Yo, Ey
(Intro)
Free Bam, free X, who next in the jam
Nappy headed nigga bumping old school D.R.A.M
Neglectful fam, fucking fiendin Fanta
Never had a dad, I don't believe in Santa
I dont pray alot because it slip my mind
I never keep a bitch cause I'm a waste of time
Pastors hate me, all my exes played me, and if I ever had a rope bet you couldn't save me
(Verse 1)
Daddy issues, fucking grab a tissue
You a young bull, stop acting pussy
4, 5, 6 niggas rocking Stussy, Imma rob they ass for the fucking fun
Don't gang bang, just clutch the gun, and if the cops come, niggas better run
Imma Wild Boy call me Waka Flocka
Choppa opera screaming like retarded llamas
( Verse 1 Breakdown)
Say I joke around to much like what
Say ya boy bout to go to hell that's clutch
Say I'm the street like cars, bars
Sipping on shit that's rated R
Ran up in a house last night like what
All of my girls had a bubble butt
Stay up in yo place like a fitted, fuck it
Act like a bra with a titty, fuck it
(Outro)
Popping the fire be bracking My cousin got out he not lacking
Like ey, Woah
Asking me how I don't know, I just roll in bowl and I'm toting that fire I'm pope
Cutting me off like a rope, ey
Not that important no more, ey
Stomp on that bitch in a basket, ey
Stomp on that bitch in a casket, ey