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Big Jefe Lyrics
- Genre:Folk
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Friday night somewhere in Arizona
That tequila dad gum put me in a coma
It was one, two, three I don't remember four
But I done lost my keys and I gotta make it home
I flagged a bus down and I only paid quarter
Told em drop my ass anywhere up on corner
But I woke up 80 miles by the border
In a blazing dust storm haze
Saw an old abuelo walking to my right
He took a seat by me, I asked him all politely
Where a guy like me could stay a couple nights
And make a dime or two to hitch another ride
He said in this town, you're pushing or you're buying
And boy like you might quickly get to dying
But I need this kilo gone before tonight
If you can sell I'll get you paid
I knew hola señorita
And I guess I knew my name
But I never knew I was dead eye shooter
Born to push cocaine
Don't call me ol Johnny round these parts honey
Cause everything has changed
Im the blood spitting, bull riding, boot shining, one eyed pirate
Big jefe
Tryna get up off this bus and act natural
With a brick a snow weighin heavy in my satchel
I don't know my espanol enough to babble
So I just said "I can get you high"
Then a fat mouth with a pistol in his jacket
Grabbed me by the neck and pulled me up an alley
Said "I like your style boy, I'll provide the saddle
If you're looking for a hell of a raise"
I knew hola señorita
And I guess I knew my name
But I never knew I was dead eye shooter
Born to push cocaine
Don't call me ol Johnny round these parts honey
Cause everything has changed
Im the blood spitting, bull riding, boot shining, one eyed pirate
Big jefe
Now im at my beach house south of Tijuana
With a blue eyed señorita baby mama
And I only ride that saddle when I wanna
Cause I did my time and made a million dollars
Pour another round! Gracias de nada!
Keep the repasado flowing out the bottle
Cause I never woulda made it here without her
That blazing dust storm day
I knew hola señorita
And I guess I knew my name
But I never knew I was dead eye shooter
Born to push cocaine
Don't call me ol Johnny round these parts honey
Cause everything has changed
Im the blood spitting, bull riding,
boot shining, Hog tying
White lining, bar fighting,
Two timing, high flying,
Truck driving all night,
Running from the bright light
Sky diving,
One eyed pirate
Big jefe