Juan Gotti

Juan Gotti - Bala Mala lyrics

(Mira como cae la lluvia) x2

(Juan Gotti)

Como el rey, soy la ley del la selva

mili-tek con respect algo suelta

y conecta dejando todo en pieces,

no me dices que en el mundo 'sta muy triste, y viniste llorando con el chisme amma weed head but I stil pray to Jesus.

I believe my gente is gonna rise homes

gotta leave la maldad o you die homes

el jinete corre con su caballo

asi traigo mi dolor bien clavado

mas que malo ya pagado el precio

todo resio, mi orgullo en mi pecho.

Es tatuado el color de mi tierra

y mi espera con cigarros de yerba

hasta la muerte soy la voz del paisano

mirame 'cuz amma die Mexicano.

(Chorus)

None of yall niggas is buitl like us

you fuckin' wit the reallist so the real back up

who ever showed you how the game goes (game goes)

must of been' the same hoes (same hoes)

representin' rainbows

and that ain't us (that ain't us)

So none of yall niggas is buitl like us

you fuckin' wit the reallist so the real back up

who ever showed you how tha game is

must of been' the same bitch

tryna rep the lame shit

and claim they us (muthufuckas)

(Rasheed)

I got that Chris paw pickin' up my wrist watch

in the drop top, liths out night watch

Jock the ja we got the fry

bleed the block papa and stand the towry the sky(ugh)

loose cannons hit'm like projector

be skinin like is the 'fect of me

be stinkin' skip-asesctemis,

through yo ass like Jimmy Bones (aha)

half a rid of science just investigatin' your chromosones

silicone shot us connectin' the dots collectin' the pot un este yall got in this murderest plot

ever heard of the devil cry

a dude over fifty in a Chevy about to take over the sky (ugh)

hit the ground breakin' off runnin'

swift like ghosts muthufuckas we saw somettin'

game huntin' frontin' in yo 7-hunen'

what hte fuck you gonna do when his man Jock commin'

(Chorus)x2

None of yall niggas is buitl like us

you fuckin' wit the reallist so the real back up

who ever showed you how the game goes (game goes)

must of been' the same hoes (same hoes)

representin' rainbows

and that ain't us (that ain't us)

So none of yall niggas is built like us

you fuckin' wit the reallist so the real back up

who ever showed you how tha game is

must of been' the same bitch

tryna rep the lame shit

and claim they us (muthufuckas)

(Juan Gotti)

El paisano commin' down like a avalanche have a chance

mili straped almost got his ass mira dad gettin' mad 'cuz i'm actin' bad

kinda sad the only son that you ever had, now i'm goneel pelon represent Housone raza throne fore the dome 'cuz is still my home

gotta yell, gotta scream, gotta let'em know amma sell

smokin' weed out of Mexico

make a flow, wreck a show

no te aguites wuey any day

el maton and I never play; How you say I'm the king porque soy el rey

raise a fade for the head like a hearin' aid

hand granade pull the pin watch some metal spray.

Holiday, chale wuey alcoholic ey puro yay

wactch a c 'cuz i'm in your face have a taste, raza shit. Can you feel the bass?

(Chorus)x3

None of yall niggas is buitl like us

you fuckin' wit the reallist so the real back up

who ever showed you how the game goes (game goes)

must of been' the same hoes (same hoes)

representin' rainbows

and that ain't us (that ain't us)

So none of yall niggas is buitl like us

you fuckin' wit the reallist so the real back up

who ever showed you how tha game is

must of been' the same bitch

tryna rep the lame shit

and claim they us (muthufuckas)<br />

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Thanks to Juan Gotti

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