Mariachi Flow Testo

Testo Mariachi Flow

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Paranoia (Yeah)
I got secrets that I can't even tell my lawyer (No way)
Hunnid Gs like it came from overseas
With the dogs, like they came in with the fleas (Yeah)
Gold chain around my beck just like a leash, ah
Anti-freeze
Probably won't change 'til I decease
I probably won't change 'til I decease

I just did a southern city trip (Took a flight)
North London nigga in the 6
Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist (Whip it)
Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist (Whip it)
Niggas say you change once you get some change
Fuck you thought? You want me to stay the same?
Where were you when I was stuck in the mud?
Ain't nobody pick me up

Paranoia (Go)
I got secrets that I can't even tell my lawyer (Go)
Hunnid Gs like it came from overseas
With the dogs, like they came in with the fleas (Yeah)
Gold chain around my beck just like a leash, ah
Anti-freeze
Probably won't change 'til I decease
I probably won't change 'til I decease

Sour bitches, they love citrus
Head in your briefcase
Tell ‘em, “Mind your business”
I'm only here for profit
Fuck an image
I don't give two shits
I swear, I swear
Bitch, I'm Michael Jackson with the moves, yeah
(Michael Jackson with the moves, ayy, ayy)
With the crew, yeah
(With the crew, with the crew)
Bitch, I been this way since school, yeah, yeah
(Bitch, I been this way since school)
That's how I move, yeah
(That's how I move, ayy, ayy, how I move)

Paranoia (Whoa)
I got secrets that I can't even tell my lawyer (Okay)
Hunnid Gs like it came from overseas (Overseas, ayy)
With the dogs, like they came in with the fleas (Came in with the fleas)
Gold chain around my beck just like a leash, ah
Anti-freeze (Anti-freeze)
Probably won't change 'til I decease
I probably won't change 'til I decease

Won't change, won't change
Won't change, won't change
Won't change, won't change
Won't change, won't change

Standard of these men straight
Look how they menstruate
Pussy niggas talkin', I don't give a fuck what they say
Friends wanna bleed you dry 'til you runnin' on empty
I'm still on the m-way, don't do me Kunta Kinte
They snatch up your foot off
Shoulda, woulda, coulda, but your flow's not gooda
This that winter coat in the summertime, hood up
Still ain't life sweet, like sugar
Still ain't life sweet, like—