borracho Lyrics

I pull up to the club like skrrt

Who do you think you wylin' with

Punk bitches hanging with moguls they need acknowledgement

Run quick, hang up the phone, and I spin the block again

Fuck what I state in them quotes I ain't no apologist

Like Halle Berry, hallelujah

Holler back or call an Uber

Call me back or ima shoot ya

Fuck commas, I'm worried bout karma, just ask the Kama Sutra

Kamala Harris would arrest me if she got the chance

I might have to head to Africa like baataa bam

Fuck cursive, I write my curses in comic sans

See you through my optic lens

If I catch you ass out, no exotic dance

Y'all could fuck around and get kilt like a Scottish clan

Need a Nobel for the bars no Thomas Mann

Say they need my John Hancock like Thomas' man

Bet my nine staying cocked less you got a plan

If he got a problem play him cock on the autobahn

I been blessed with the juice and I ain't even pressed if it's boof

No one impressed you got cess in ya boot

I ain't stretching the truth when I say I been in bed w ya dukes

You'll probably walk in like "fuck, that's my mama man"

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