LHNA

Rob gz
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Real to death

It's midnight
Looking at myself in the mirror (mirror)
Making money, but I already know
The ugly ones are coming around (the ugly ones)
And I know that sooner or later
They're going to lock me up
Thinking about my son and my family
And who will take care of them

Thinking about these bastards
Who's going to screw me over (screw me over)
Thinking about these bastards
Who's going to turn their back (turn their back)
The Tecates keep selling
And they can't stop buying
The crack keeps cooking
And the junkies don't stop dodging

Eh-eh-eh
The kilos crossing the seas (uah)
Eh-eh
Taking care of the feds (eh-eh)
The shorties and the sticks, we have them
All painted in camouflage
We dress in black and we're going
Hunting like the military

Eh-eh
The kilos crossing the seas
Eh-eh
Taking care of the feds (eh-eh)
The shorties and the sticks, we have them
All painted in camouflage, brrr (ah)
We dress in black and we're going
Hunting like the military (ah)

Locked up in the federal waiting
For the transfer to the state (state)
Waiting for the visit and thinking
About the shit the prosecutor will talk about me (ah)
Thinking about my mom's face
When she enters the court and starts crying (crying)
And I'm twenty-seven and all these Netas
Want to stab me

Waiting for the kilos, the kilos by American airline
We kill you bastard, and to your life
Neither the devil nor God will rewind it
I've seen them cry, including ten years
And they start screwing me over (they start screwing me over)
And I'm talking to Ñengo in my cell
Real g4 life, I bought myself a cell phone (haha)

Eh-eh
The kilos crossing the seas (uah)
Eh-eh
Taking care of the feds (ja) (of the feds)
The shorties and the sticks, we have them
All painted in camouflage, brrr (rob gz)
We dress in black and we're going
Hunting like the military (ah)

Eh-eh
The kilos crossing the seas (uah)
Eh-eh
Taking care of the feds (eh-eh)
The shorties and the sticks, we have them
All painted in camouflage, brrr (camouflage)
We dress in black and we're going
Hunting like the military (ah)

Since I got out of prison
Now all the trips are private (all the trips)
With your bitch fucking and always
With the devils just in case of any trouble
I'm going to bleed you without cleaning the drain
The shorty through the chest and your cat in lace
I don't do it inside, I tell her to swallow
Wherever you go, you don't pay the toll

I grew up in hell (hell)
The kilos and the irons (the kilos and the irons)
I don't believe in friends
That's why I stick with my brothers

Beware of the ugly ones
They want to see me in prison, oh
My enemies and all those who hate me
They want to see me dead (dead, oh)

Eh-eh
The kilos crossing the seas (uah)
Eh-eh
Taking care of the feds (of the feds)
The shorties and the sticks, we have them
All painted in camouflage (in camouflage)
We dress in black and we're going
Hunting like the military (eh-eh-eh; like the military)

Eh-eh
The kilos crossing the seas (uah)
Eh-eh
Taking care of the feds (of the feds)
The shorties and the sticks, we have them
All painted in camouflage (in camouflage)
We dress in black and we're going
Hunting like the military (ah)

Damn, tell me spiff
(Real to death)
These bastards have a damn hoarse voice
Scratch, you ain't gonna do shit (ah)
Haha
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