Текст песни Pueblos Blancos - Willie The Kid , SD Kong

Ice, cold, fear...

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Nothing to fear but fear itself
Here's a toast to wealth, healthy
A car shop, play the hand they delt me
No marked bills, doing cartwheels in white hills
Pueblos blancos, paella on my plate as I contemplate
A player, I paid dues, time to compensate
Say cheese when the cameras flashing
Whiskey in the flask, the fast life, lil' mama, let me see that ass
Pass judgment, your last husband, I'm your new boo
Drunk and noble, In the booth in the back, squid in black (yo,yo,yo)
Fuck it black they gotta hold that, don't ever hold back
They make 'em feel comfortable, they wanna see you humble
(Just do your shit man)
Crazy times, keep a gun or two
I'm too alive to just let 'em kill me
Ridin' through the ghetto, invest in realty
It's the real me

Me llena el coffee mug, recibo sloppy top
Proveo al plug, salteo setas en flip flops
Es all white como brit pop en night clubs
Mi nena abre ese grifo y es tight love, goodbye God
(Hasta luego)
Arroz de un dedo, el listo investiga primero
De Michigan a Vicedo, con percebes en juego
Más versiones que Masego, ellos solo quieren más ego
Lo macero, recuerdos con tacto de cuero
Perro for the record, solo quiero respeto (yup)
Ribera en la Versace, pendientes y baches
Pendientes de azabache y tarta Sacher, can't catch us
Media botella más de vino en el porche
Pongo un disco bonito de jazz y buenas noches
(Ya sabes qué hora es)
In case you didn't notice
(Alla Prima)
It's kinda bogus
(Listen)
I'm focus