Gaucho Balboa - Sinner Lyrics

Lyrics Sinner - Gaucho Balboa



Uh huh
Yo
Uh
Yo
I'm here to show and prove it
No space to show improvement
Send shots for your amusement
Shootin (uh) shootin (uh) shootin (uh) shootin (uh)
I'm a sinner, killer
Take it to the bank (bank)
Talking shit will get you little pussies smacked (smacked)
Trigger finger on the strap (blap blap)
Hip hop boom bap (clap)
I am where it's at (at at)
Slip the razor from under my tongue
Like a magician trick
Cut your body
Throw you in the river
On a fishing trip
Tried to warn the man
But he wasn't listening
Now he livin' in the ditches
Where the fishes is
Shredded viciously
Take your soul like a burglary
Slash your face
On some reconstructive surgery
I ain't ratting on my dogs
That's word to to G
But then I get arrested by jakes for perjury
I spit metallic elements
Like I was made up of mercury
Your battle raps are terrible
Shit sounds absurd to me
Transforming, in the ring, I'm Hercules
Spark heat, start fires like 3rd degree
Spreads through your arteries
Like heart disease
Lyrically, you're a world apart from me
It's disheartening
The baseball bat smacks
Where you lay your hat
Where even atheist cats
Get caught praying on mats
Always goin' in circles and stayin' on track
Get your mate checked
But we aint play chess like that
My music's like the movies best
"Play that back"
Got your bitch on her Romo
How she take that sack
And the glock with the short bangs
"Yolanda Shadow"
That's that Antwoord
But I'd rather be smokin' backwoods
With the Pharaohs
Tongue turning
Rhyming backwards at the crack spot
If you thinking of fucking with me-
Then i think not
Cuz I keep racking up sin
After a sin like Bangkok
I will break your motherfucking face in 2
Yo, who you talking to like that?
There isn't a scenario
Where I am willing to chat
We physically scrap
- you, fill in the blank
No, FUCK you
Disrespectful, not giving a fuck
Buck back, this is thug rap
Where my thunns at?
I'm bringing it back
You taking from me?
You giving it back
I'm here to show and prove it
No space to show improvement
Send shots for your amusement
Shootin (uh) shootin (uh) shootin (uh) shootin (uh)
I'm a sinner, killer
Take it to the bank (bank)
Talking shit will get you little pussies smacked (smacked)
Trigger finger on the strap (blap blap)
Hip hop boom bap (clap)
I am where it's at (at at)
I'm a sinner, killer
Take it to the bank (bank)
Talking shit will get you little pussies smacked (smacked)
Trigger finger on the strap (blap blap)
Hip hop boom bap (clap)
I am where it's at (at at)
Flapping gums gonna have you beat with sticks
Behind your brothers arms you scream
But you a bitch
Soon as my mans pull the reach
You pull the switch
We gonna murder everyone in your click!
Telling you to run boy
This aint' suggestion
Homie, pay attention
I'm displaying a lesson
Left you lost in smoke
Like a vape convention
Dead, nobody cares
This ain't a question
I'm battle rappin in the mirror
Grillin my same reflection
Cuz I'm the only person
My brain is stressed with
Waiting while your grave is leveraged
I'm going over heads
Like a plane in Memphis
Spittin', I be kicking wisdom
From a stage in Texas
Make your body levitate
When the shell escapes
The slug it came with
Deranged, I rearrange your frame
From the floor up
You at a "Crossroads"
Humming that Bone Thugs
Your boys wanna go tough?
I don't condone but
Bring on your kin
And I can make him bitch up
I'm putting hands on him
Like i took him to dinner
Cuz when I turn back my cap
I'm handling that
Serve your whole team
Like a family pack
FBI thinking it was a tragedy pact
But you ain't coming back
When I introduce you to Smith and Wesson
Find your bitch when my dick is tender
Say a fucking word, i return to sender
Process slow like a flick to render
Pick your bones and bend it
Pour to mix and blend it
This is your ending
Sending jabs
I hit fast to wreck shit
Run fast
I'll grab your bitch ass
By the shirt and stretch it
Beat you and leave your pullover on the side of the road
Like your asking for directions
I said to pay attention (pay attention)
I'm here to show and prove it
No space to show improvement
Send shots for your amusement
Shootin (uh) shootin (uh) shootin (uh) shootin (uh)
I'm a sinner, killer
Take it to the bank (bank)
Talking shit will get you little pussies smacked (smacked)
Trigger finger on the strap (blap blap)
Hip hop boom bap (clap)
I am where it's at (at at)
I'm a sinner, killer
Take it to the bank (bank)
Talking shit will get you little pussies smacked (smacked)
Trigger finger on the strap (blap blap)
Hip hop boom bap (clap)
I am where it's at (at at)
I'm a sinner, killer
Take it to the bank (bank)
Talking shit will get you little pussies smacked (smacked)
Trigger finger on the strap (blap blap)
Hip hop boom bap (clap)
I am where it's at (at at)
I'm a sinner, killer
Take it to the bank (bank)
Talking shit will get you little pussies smacked (smacked)
Trigger finger on the strap (blap blap)
Hip hop boom bap (clap)
I am where it's at (at at)
I'm a sinner, killer
Take it to the bank (bank)
Talking shit will get you little pussies smacked (smacked)
Trigger finger on the strap (blap blap)
Hip hop boom bap (clap)
I am where it's at (at at)



Writer(s): Marcelo Tortora


Gaucho Balboa - Malevolent
Album Malevolent
date of release
24-06-2022




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