Got Dope Like Pablo Lyrics


Got Dope Like Pablo Lyrics By Daryl Mcpherson. Main song words are Trapping like the narco (narco) Got dope like Pablo (Pablo) Cut throat like Pablo (cut throat) Chop trees with the Draco (Draco).

Got Dope Like Pablo Lyrics

Trapping like the narco (narco)Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)Cut throat like Pablo (cut throat)Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)On the Nawf, got Diego (Diego)Saying hasta luego (luego)Muy Bien wrapping kilos (ye)Snub nose with potatoes

Straight out the jungle (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)This real rap, no mumble (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)My skin black like mamba (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Got stash boxes in Hondas (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Straight out the jungle (oh yeah)Bricks in the brick house

Use to hit licks and go to ma house (momma)Straight out the jungle (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Young ni^^a don’t know nothin’ now (ya)Young ni^^a know too much now (woo)Bow bow bow, that’ll slow ’em down (yeah, yeah)We pick up the hundos (hundos)Then drop them off to Huncho (Huncho)I came from the bando, (bando, beep beep) here go the wide load

Trapping like the narco (narco)Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)Cut throat like Pablo (cut throat)Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)On the Nawf, got Diego (Diego)Saying hasta luego (luego)We’ll be in wrapping kilos (ye)Snub nose with potatoes

Straight out the jungle (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)This real rap, no mumble (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)My skin black like mamba (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Got stash boxes in Hondas (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Straight out the jungle (oh yeah)(Magnífico, arriba, arriba)Hey, cold gang with the cocaine (coke)The more money make more rain (rain)Pouring up a pint while I’m bagging propane (bag)

Point blank range give a ni^^a nose rings (yes)Skip to my lou with a pack in the cat (cat)Jiffy, Lube, where the bricks where they at (where)Dripping, ooze the Patek all wet (ooh)The birds in the trap they ain’t leavin’ out they nest (brr)Get pie face, Seth like meth, yeahYup, runnin’ with the pack got slapped (yeah)Hands in the cookie jar, cut his finger off (ah)ni^^a bein’ greedy we gon’ cut his tummy outHundred bricks on the roads, took a couple routes (bricks)Plus momma house, Hermes and Fendi couch (eh)

I ain’t really with the razzle dazzleKnock him off and then I throw him off the boat, paddle (brr)Go to Tijuana, put the kilo on the saddle (ooh)Sack him, hit a lick cop a pterodactyl (sack)Pap him, choppa bitin’ down like an appleMansion with the acres with the horses and the cattleTrapping like the narco (narco)Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)Cut throat like Pablo (cut throat)Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)

On the Nawf, got Diego (Diego)Saying hasta luego (luego)We’ll be in wrapping kilos (ye)Snub nose with potatoesStraight out the jungle (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)This real rap, no mumble (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)My skin black like mamba (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Got stash boxes in Hondas (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Straight out the jungle (oh yeah)(Magnífico, arriba, arriba)Take-Takeoff

No monkey in the jungle, block hot like a saunaBustin’ knockin’ on me, tryna weave with anacondasJumpin’ in the water, trying to sneak across the waterglassSeek guards out, got me bit by a piranha (ouch)I’ll bag it, bag a money, know I gotta have itSavage, but I’m still a gentleman in Cali (Cali)Static, ni^^a turn to mean about the cabbage (uh)K^ll his whole family if he run off with your package (brr)I just put a pack on the way to Bogota (pack)

Poke his eyes out, ain’t no telling what he saw (poke ’em out)I’ma wire his jaw, I don’t know if he will talk (wire jaw)Get the chainsaw and I’ma saw his legs off (saw)They knew that we was gang but they saying that we a ringInvestigating, taking pictures of the whole team (DEA)Undercover, tryna do a sting10 mil on a plane, going straight to MedellinTrapping like the narco (narco)Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)Cut throat like Pablo (cut throat)Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)On the Nawf, got Diego (Diego)

Saying hasta luego (luego)We’ll be in wrapping kilos (ye)Snub nose with potatoes

Straight out the jungle (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)This real rap, no mumble (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)My skin black like mamba (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Got stash boxes in Hondas (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Straight out the jungle (oh yeah)

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