Taco Ringtones

Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it Pretty down night right now Sike (Uh), 'cause it's Taco Tuesday What is it? (Woo) Taco Tuesday Yeah (Woo) Taco Tuesday, I got the cheese, she tastin' the Kool-Aid (Taco) Migo the plug, Guadalupe (Brrt) She gon' do what the group say, comprende (Comprende) Caliente (Uh), she get the bag but she gotta get it ten ways (Woo) Okay, now ándele, ándele (Ándele) What the money make? (Money make?) We can elevate (Elevate) Cha-nay-nay like she on the runway (Cha-nay-nay) It's a payday when she get the cum face (Woo) Mamacita want tequila and a Bombay (Tequila) Trap beating in the cul-de-sac, a one-way (Trap beating) She want a Perc' before she take off her skirt (Perc', Perc') Put in work, put your name on her skirt (Skirt, skirt) These diamonds get to winking, like to flirt (Flirt, flirt) The K put your face on a shirt (Shirt) Been having flavor, givin' waves since birth (Birth) My name José (Hola) It's a long line at the doorway (Trap) We servin' tacos, get 'em with the nachos Fuckin' with a bad vibe, and she go both ways (Bad) Count up the racks off a show date (Dineros) I'll never ever see a broke date (Oh, no) Look into the eyes, to the G.O.A.T face (G.O.A.T) The gang and Durel, it's a four way (Four, Takeoff) Taco Tuesday, I got the cheese, she tastin' the Kool-Aid (Taco) Migo the plug, Guadalupe (Brrt) She gon' do what the group say, comprende (Comprende) Caliente (Uh), she get the bag but she gotta get it ten ways (Woo) Okay, now ándale, ándale (Ándale) What the money make? (Money make?) We can elevate (Elevate, woo, go)

Keep your ass for you and save it for yourself, girl Stop confusing me with all your mind tricks Keep your ass for you and save it for yourself, girl Stop confusing me with all your mind tricks Mango-taco Mango-taco I'd love to take your eyes and gettem off your lovely face Cause maybe you'll see right without your bright sight I'd love to take your heart and rip it off your lovely chest Cause maybe you'll be fine, at least you'll be the same We could chop your tongue and make a narrow taco Cause you speak hollow words I'd rather eat your mango Mango-taco Mango-taco Mango-taco Mango-taco

Nie ma o czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać O czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać Bo tu nie ma o czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać Proszę tańczyć, proszę kroki stawiać Bo tu nie ma o czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać O czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać W lato nie ma o czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać To jest dla ludzi na tylnych siedzeniach w Škodach Fabia Co w korku ciągle kłócą się, kto gorszy grosz zarabia To nie jest dla ludzi, którzy wciąż chadzają po Arkadiach I robię tu aplauz tylko dla promocji Sony Bravia Ludzie się martwią, no bo SOMA w radiach Zwrotki z okresu, kiedy myślałem, że tu skonam na dniach Dziś trochę lepiej, teraz nie męczy mnie osoba diabła Się okazało, że wystarczy trochę słońca, magia Powrót depresji pewnie po wakacjach Za wycieraczką sześćdziesiąty mandat Moi koledzy tacy sami, w końcu są za pan brat Z samymi sobą, nowych osób nie chcą nic poznawać My w takim wieku, że nie trzeba już nic udowadniać Znowu tu biegamy Wisłą Wielka nuda w wielkim mieście, które widziało wszystko A po stronie Pragi widać ognisko Te dziewczyny sobie tańczą tak jak w Italo Disco Ale nie ma o czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać O czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać Bo tu nie ma o czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać Proszę tańczyć, proszę kroki stawiać Bo tu nie ma o czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać O czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać W lato nie ma o czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać To miasto pachnie jak Smoothie i Salad Story Ta homogenizacja nas z duszy odarła, pomyśl Widzę, jak się w półmroku szykują na atak klony Jak wpadłeś między wrony, to kraczesz tak jak i one Na wynajętych metrach tęsknimy za jakimś domem Dziś tylko na imprezach pytają "Masz jakiś problem?" Chodź nie obowiązuje zasada, że panie przodem Wszyscy patrzą od tyłu, te panie są palindromem, ej Jest lato, ziomuś, jak tęsknisz, to napisz do niej Byle nie po trzeciej, byle nie po piątej Bo widzisz, te SMS-y wydają się wiekopomne Ale rano iMessage to bełkot i nieporządek Pragniesz jej jak figaro, figaro Ostatnimi czasy każdy w nosy każdy wpycha to świństwo O butelki piwa spina z policją To ten nieśmiertelny taniec, wiwat Italo Disco Bo tu nie ma o czym gadać O czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać Bo tu nie ma o czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać Proszę tańczyć, proszę kroki stawiać Bo tu nie ma o czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać O czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać W lato nie ma o czym gadać, nie ma o czym gadać

(Arre—, arr—) C Blu! 100K what I dropped on the ice Got a Nike Tech, where Ice Spice? (Gxbriel, what's good today?) And I'm lookin' for opps, yeah I'm posted on Vice Ain't no hittin' no innocent, get it done right (RdoMadeIt) Chest shot gang, nigga fight for his life And these niggas be pussy They don't really want rec One phone call, get him took off the set That's on gang, yeah, I'm slidin' Niggas see me and they know how it get Fuck a leg, bitch, I aim for the head And it's no link ups, bitch, it's everything dead On the set, yeah, I'm tired of niggas Get in the stu', they start lyin' on track Tell the world how we made you run laps You was duckin' your head and got hit in your back Like, I'm Crip, bitch, I'm stayin' on go Call me a lighter, I always keep a pole I see Sdot, he gon' meet his bros Dissin' my deads that you ain't even know And it's still don't let the zip Fat boy ran, he should've never tripped And these niggas never on they strip So tell me why they on my dick? I'm in the crib, and still can get you hit Can't leave the streets till I'm done with the script Like, we got the lo' from the thot Boy, you better go slide Boy, you better not play with that shit Better get out the way when I- Look, two guns on me, dumpin' out the whip Car crash, AJ did the flip Sha got shot, ain't same been since Beam on his face, he gon' fuck up his eyesight He wanna diss, now he got the spotlight I'm 'bout to make me a highlight Wanna see blood? Like, this shit is Twilight Bro wanna spin on a opps, get them shot Like, what? We tryna pack a OY, like Niggas don't really be on that time, like Sayin' I'm pussy, that don't even sound right Yo, Blick, what's the word? Me and Mhady two deep, tryna catch us a Drilly On the 4s, now it better get litty Packin' the 30, tryna catch a dizzy Yo, C Blu, what's crackin'? Lo 5o cause he get to packin Spin through the OY, tryna catch some flashy Up it and flock it, turn him into ashes Like, twenty-one shots, I'm a savage They like, "Mhady causin' the disaster" Better not be lackin' in the cab 'cause lil' nigga did bad Now lil' Rah in my Backwood (Rah-Rah) Don't lack, ski mask, tryna flock on the Gz Almost forgot he was dead on his knees Like, what? Lil' nigga, please You only lit 'cause your brother deceased They know Mhady2Hottie a beast Totin' the knocks when I walk in the street Get up on him, can't shoot it from deep Call him dead, hit him up with that heat Take a bike if I don't got the V Get him a doctor, I don't think he could breathe I don't need me a V, I'm better on my feet Take a trip to the land (mane im really og) Grrah, grrah-grrah (Every opp shot, everything dead, like (Gxbriel, what's good today?) Everybody K (RdoMadeIt), DOA Grrah

(Slide) Y'all niggas is pussy, ain't no debatin' it Ain't no complainin' or fakin' it I'm a dick and you takin' it, pussy Nigga, I'm on one Don't make me spin on all you niggas and bomb one The bomb, it fluid through my music, is you stupid? Don't make 'em have to call the coroner to come use it I got a lotta power and I love to abuse it You lyin' through your teeth like your word's a toothpick 2Pac rollin' in his grave Me and you ain't the same, I'm on a whole 'nother page Like the cops came, I'm in a whole 'nother lane I'm goin' off the brain This nigga think he fly, I'ma throw him off the plane I look at his body fallin' like, "Oh, what a shame" Make him, "Ayy..." Let 'em die in vain Let 'em die in pain Do you hear what I'm sayin'? Better stay out my way Better stay out my range (range, range, range, range) And I don't mean the trap boy They comin' with the dicks for fuckboys (slide) They playin' with clips like fuck toys (slide) With the silence on the tip like, "Fuck noise" (slide) Eenie, meenie, meenie, miney, mo I'll catch a hatin' ass nigga by his toe Make him tip-tap like he tap dancing at a show Get him on The Weeknd, that's the X and O (slide) Niggas that be talkin' don't do shit They runnin' around, they on they Duck Duck Goose shit They ridin' the wave, I'm 'bout to fuck up your cruise ship They say they want beef until you take 'em to Ruth's Chris Can I get a prime cut, bone in? A little water 'cause I'm hoarse, no Trojan She pours champagne for her throat then And more beef, more beef, more beef Walk down in your streets, your streets, your streets Catch you around northwest, southeast, northeast On God, on my mama, on my daughter, on me Get in my way or my range, get the whole .30 And I don't mean the trap boy They comin' with the dicks for fuckboys (slide) They playin' with clips like fuck toys (slide) With the silence on the tip like, "Fuck noise" (slide) Hey, keep it runnin' (slide) Keep it goin', (slide) uh (slide) Yeah, uh (slide, slide)