Lyrics Omar Apollo – Hijo De Su Madre
Text:
You a hoe when it comes to real life
Hot tub, what that coffee feel like?
Nice rug I ain’t talking real pipe
Cyclops on the twelve, come near, I, I
I guess I’m hanging with rich kids, hey
I just thought of some new shit, yeah
And we still watching bootleg
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
You ain’t ever seen a brown boy like this
I shoulda seen your lips through your eyelids
I shoulda bought some gas for the mileage
Now my whip hella stuck with no pilot
Indiana kinda hot for my biceps
I ain’t really got no biceps
Why you always concerned who I kiss?
Yeah, I just wanna call for a ride in
My baby’s calling me
I’m picking up like «hey babe»
Asking where I’m at
I just say «OK»
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Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
Fuck what you do to my head
You should call the cops when you give me a lift
You should call the cops when you give me a lift
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
