Mamacita yeah


I get racks, mind my buiz and lay low

I Grind hard till the sun sets low

Never satisfied I always want more

I come alive in the night whatchu know


I hate drama, that’s just cause I’m grown

I put in hours on hours and it shows

When they start lovin’, know you bout blow

They ain’t love you, they love what you can afford

I lay


My mind always ponders

When I’m off the ganja

Wonder who the ones that gon ride for me


Like they flyin' charter

Mindset like Coach carter

Are they really dedicated to the team?


Only trust my Mama

Brother n’ my Father

My main, Rico, Rami, and Big Steve


Clive and Miggy gon' pass the Micky

Round of shots ain’t talking blickies

Yeah ugh damn


I’m heating up no sauna

Shinin like a ray but my name ain’t Lana

No wonder they say I’m a natural stunna

Italiano mix Venezuelan oh na na


Your complaints never end, it’s just a bunch of commas

Hard for me to trust, I blame that on trauma

Goal is private jet n crib in Bahamas

Woah


I get racks, mind my buiz and lay low

I Grind hard till the sun sets low

Never satisfied I always want more

I come alive in the night whatchu know


I hate drama, that’s just cause I’m grown

I put in hours on hours and it shows

When They start lovin' you, you know you bout blow

They ain’t love you, they love what you can afford

I lay low


Hola Mamacita (cita)

Be my son's Abulita

You my chica


Warming up the scene like a heater

Heater

Tell me where you be we could meet up

Look up at the night sky I could see ya


Keep up with AG ya

Known to keep it deep ya

You do me right cuz the grind got me beat up


Tu lu sia cu sugno e’?

You be a little sweeter

Mamacita


Italian and venezuelan oh na na

That’s 14 bands and I’m honored

We was chillin' in the back they was on us

So I kept it in the back godfather


I've been keepin’ real g like foreign

And when she gets with me she could own it, fore it

I've been chillin' deep wit my enemies throwin' stones

N’ On the low got the smoke and I’m coastin'


I get racks, mind my buiz and lay low

I Grind hard till the sun sets low

Never satisfied I always want more

I come alive in the night whatchu know


I hate drama, that’s just cause I’m grown

I put in hours on hours and it shows

When They start lovin' you, you know you bout blow

They ain’t love you, they love what you can afford

I lay low


I lay low, low, low, low, low

Ohh I lay low

Yeah, yeah

Don Giulio

KIN9 G

AG