Ha, ha
Loopy shit man
Check me out
On the road to the riches, pothole where your wheel crashes
Still feel pain, yet another year passes
So much fish in the sea, few rare catches
Love is blind and I already wear glasses
Five eyes, baked like the guys with the tie dyes
Nice try, you can't fool me with those high fives
Down low, too slow, back up you're too close
I'm sucker free, nothing sweet, stay away from glucose
Corn syrup, fructose
I'm a papi chulo and i just want some culo
But she already knew though
It's the same old, same old, ain't nothing really new though
In Quisqueya on Roosey, eating platano maduro
And arroz con habichuela but this is that sancocho
You know that im a montro so no te haga loco
I'm the flavor in the broth, i'm the meat and the potatoes
If this the last supper, i'm like Jesus at the table
Always keep an open eye cause Cain killed Abel
Do it all myself with no help from any labels
Might roll up in a dutch depending how my day goes
It's real shit going on and these Lame-O's rapping fables
You must be new son, that ain't really you son
We rather hear the truth son, the industry is gruesome
You win some, you lose some
That's where you get your juice from
I control the game like two thumbs
Linkz Boogz - The Sancocho Lyrics
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Ha, ha
Loopy shit man
Check me out
On the road to the riches, pothole where your wheel crashes
Still feel pain, yet another year passes
So much fish in the sea, few rare catches
Love is blind and I already wear glasses
Five eyes, baked like the guys with the tie dyes
Nice try, you can't fool me with those high fives
Down low, too slow, back up you're too close
I'm sucker free, nothing sweet, stay away from glucose
Corn syrup, fructose
I'm a papi chulo and i just want some culo
But she already knew though
It's the same old, same old, ain't nothing really new though
In Quisqueya on Roosey, eating platano maduro
And arroz con habichuela but this is that sancocho
You know that im a montro so no te haga loco
I'm the flavor in the broth, i'm the meat and the potatoes
If this the last supper, i'm like Jesus at the table
Always keep an open eye cause Cain killed Abel
Do it all myself with no help from any labels
Might roll up in a dutch depending how my day goes
It's real shit going on and these Lame-O's rapping fables
You must be new son, that ain't really you son
We rather hear the truth son, the industry is gruesome
You win some, you lose some
That's where you get your juice from
I control the game like two thumbs
Loopy shit man
Check me out
On the road to the riches, pothole where your wheel crashes
Still feel pain, yet another year passes
So much fish in the sea, few rare catches
Love is blind and I already wear glasses
Five eyes, baked like the guys with the tie dyes
Nice try, you can't fool me with those high fives
Down low, too slow, back up you're too close
I'm sucker free, nothing sweet, stay away from glucose
Corn syrup, fructose
I'm a papi chulo and i just want some culo
But she already knew though
It's the same old, same old, ain't nothing really new though
In Quisqueya on Roosey, eating platano maduro
And arroz con habichuela but this is that sancocho
You know that im a montro so no te haga loco
I'm the flavor in the broth, i'm the meat and the potatoes
If this the last supper, i'm like Jesus at the table
Always keep an open eye cause Cain killed Abel
Do it all myself with no help from any labels
Might roll up in a dutch depending how my day goes
It's real shit going on and these Lame-O's rapping fables
You must be new son, that ain't really you son
We rather hear the truth son, the industry is gruesome
You win some, you lose some
That's where you get your juice from
I control the game like two thumbs
Writer: Michael Taveras
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid