Guala
RamblingMike
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Guala, Guala go straight to the cleaners
Guala, Guala don't give a fuck bout them creases
Just fix the buttons
I can match it with them pieces
When it come to them whips
He over owning never leasing
Guala, Guala tell you go straight to the back
Guala, Guala need it all take from yo bitch
Where it lack
Sos when he see you
Cuz you know he be strapped
Tell you just business vato
Shoot you dead in the back
I ain't even about to play with you niggas
No going back and forth
Lucador missing his mask
Off the top rope
So it can't be that simple
How I'm at your thoart
Like a Mexican dog
Din got let up off his rope
Somebody din spit in the horchata
Essay get the scope
We dotting his ass
Before the chick introduce the soaps
Grab the shells out the goya
Tell my abuela
I see her in a minute
Homes din brought the chevy out
So you know we bailing in it
My people's calling me loco
I tell em it's just business
Guess I'm 2 loc out
Trying not to be a menace
We at the spot he be in
Hold up
There go his truck
Situation call for me footworking his face up
With my chucks
Guala, Guala tell you go straight to the back
Guala, Guala need It all take from yo bitch
Where it lack
Sos when he see you
Cuz you know he be strapped
Tell you just business vato
Shoot you dead in da back
Scissor hand nigga
Hope ya back get push into shank
Hope them same niggas wearing pendants
Threw some change in the bank
Bitch but you ain't dick vermil
More like Ryan leaf
Junior seau-in these niggas
They remind me of ya cousin skeet
Blow ya shoulder out
Get you hook to them pills
Came in the top prospect
But gave yo chance to them thrills
Damn shame how you in them white people house
Stealing change
And old suits
Till her old man put ya ass out
Homo, nigga I think you weaker than Tony Romo
Change ya pace buster
You prolly look better in slow mo
I'm just trying stay high enough 2 do a fly by
When I'm through holla at my nigga roc
And do a drive by
Fuck you say swoll arm nigga
Get whoop like popeye
I was gone get on my bluto shit
But ya bitch olive stop by
Different tire screeching
Guess I can blame it on my nieces
Told em 2 get 2 this paper
A nigga going hard
Or I'm deceasing
Guala, Guala tell you go straight to the back
Guala, Guala need It all take from yo bitch
Where it lack
Sos when he see you
Cuz youu know he be strapped
Tell you just business vato
Shoot you dead in da back