Janko 07 - Otro Gringo Solitario (feat. Manski) Lyrics

Hey yo bruh, what do you think you doin' in this hood
Shit, my bad gang
Nah, you really think you're making it out alive, homie
Woah, bro, come on, don't shoot me

Ha, if you really think you're making it out alive, boy, you better spit some f*ckin' bars
Gringo, gringo, forehead so big I could fit a game of bingo
And these show's crackers, trying to find the outcome, switch up
Turn the ass to f*ckin' rad romp

Creepin' around, but I ain't no EDP
Floss prostitutes out, straight from Tennessee
Take a shot of Hennessy, wake up feeling dead just like I'm Kennedy
I'ma need to hear a little bit more than that, boy

Saw some gang bangers on my block, they were speaking mad Spanish
Pulled out my Durango pistol, made all of them f*ckin' vanish
This heroin got me feelin' like I'm John Wilkes Booth
Shut up, pussy boy, cause you're about to lose a tooth

All these white lines on the table, makin' me unstable
While Martin was dreamin', I was f*ckin' strippers, fillin' them with semen
Ay, ocho gringos a la cho
Gringo, gringo, forehead so big I could fit a game of bingo

And these show's crackers, trying to find the outcome, switch up
Turn the ass to f*ckin' rad romp
Creepin' around, but I ain't no EDP
Floss prostitutes out, straight from Tennessee

Take a shot of Hennessy, wake up feelin' dead just like I'm Kennedy
Yo, I found this guy walkin' around lookin' for you
He gonna have to spit some bars too
All this money got me goin' crazy, so I'm feelin' it

Took a trip to Chicago to see the world
Till I felt like home, pull up to my bitch, Cripple
Gave her 10K, she ain't had to run off on the block
Any nigga try, he gon' get hit with the Glock

Shoot that opp down, slam it in the head, okay
It's the Gringo, told you not to play with me
Me and Janko, now we goin' crazy
Peace

Ocho
Glingo
Cilantro
Ocho

Glingo
Cilantro
Ocho
Glingo

Cilantro
Ocho
Glingo
Cilantro

Ayy, boy, what you think you doin'
Gringo
Gringo
Forehead so big, I could fit a game of bingo

In these shows, crackers
Tryin' to find the outcome, switch up
Turn the ass to f*ckin' red, wrong
Creepin' around, but I ain't no EDP

Frost prostitutes out, straight from Tennessee
Take a shot of Hennessy, wake up feelin' dead just like I'm Kennedy
Oh, I'm startin' to feel you, homie
She got caught suckin' black cock, like Kim

Got a pool of liquor and I'm bout to take a swim
Stayin' humble, like Kendrick
My vocals are Kendrick's
And when you put a snobody NBA player together, the colors are bound to mix

Yeah, I'm goin' hard on Jack Harlow, type B
I know how to handle this shit, cause I grew up in the streets
Standin' my money, feelin' like Abraham
Pack your bags, cause we're goin' straight to Amsterdam

What
The red light district never fails
Her forehead so big, I could fit a game of bingo
Megamind

But in reality, I'm just a lonely gringo
Alright, boy
Fine
I'ma let you live

But I ain't never wanna see you run around this hood again, boy