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Fuego (feat. TRAQULA)

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Fuego (feat. TRAQULA)

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Bag of that gas, fuego

My bitch is bad, J-Lo

Braggin' a lot, lie to the cops

Feel like I'm Eddie Guerrero

That boy a Speedy Gonzales

Love to do all of the talkin'

Money fall out of my pockets

Didn't fit all in the wallet

Smokin' that whatchama call it? Fuego

Mixin' that drink with the Faygo

Beg for the D, like she Django

After the cheese, not the queso

Tell 'em to chupa me huevos

I took a PJ to Boston

Sippin' on tea and I'm bossin'

Fresh till I'm dead, need a coffin

Wanna be me, but he floppin'

What is it like to be poppin'?

Estoy cantando como un malo conejo

My bitches love me, why they always gotta call me pendejo?

No soy un güero, I sip Modelo's

Murillo viva en moreno, hasta el cielo

I touch the sky like: What the fuck is up?

I hit the bank and cash my checks and it's still not enough

Might drop the duffel on the table, tell 'em: Cough it up

Still rather get it from a label, let me call 'em up

Like am I hot enough?

Like am I?

Bag of that gas, fuego

My bitch is bad, J-Lo

Braggin' a lot, lie to the cops

Feel like I'm Eddie Guerrero

That boy a Speedy Gonzales

Love to do all of the talkin'

Money fall out of my pockets

Didn't fit all in the wallet

Smokin' that what you ma call it, fuego

Oh, yeah

Hey, yeah

Oh, woah

Oh, oh-woah

I touch the sky like: What the fuck is up?

I hit the bank and cash my checks and it's still not enough

Might drop the duffel on the table, tell 'em: Cough it up

Still rather get it from a label, let me call 'em up

Like am I hot enough?

Like am I?

Fuego

Mixin' that drink with the Faygo

Beg for the D, like she Django

After the cheese, not the queso

Tell 'em to chupa me huevos

I took a PJ to Boston

Sippin' on tea and I'm bossin'

Fresh till I'm dead, need a coffin

Wanna be me, but he floppin'

What is it like to be poppin'?

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