Mob Ties (Nacho Picasso) Lyrics By Blue Sky Black Death

Artist/Band Name: Blue Sky Black Death

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Lyrics To Mob Ties (Nacho Picasso)

[Verse 1]
Got mob ties, like Mob Wives
I’m traumatized, Steve Jobs died
My mom’s high, and I’m hog tied
I pop by, these popped eyes
I pop like a pop fly
Plastic fork on the pot pie
I’m a Gremlin, not a Mogwai
I’m a bad guy, never on time

I’m getting money, listen
Commission guy, I’ll wear some
I feel like Sonny Liston
Go ahead, like “sonny, listen”
No braiding bummy missions
Oh head, I see your vision
You can’t see ambition,
You’re lacking ammunition
At the concert cove, Santigold, needs something rolled
Something borrowed or something old
Something new, or something stolen
Fuck your parents, lose control
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll
Fuck your diet, rocky road
Yo Adrian, that’s Rocky’s ho
I make it rain, she pop it though
You’re trafficking, no stop and go go
My African’s so tropical
I laugh at you, so comical
On Twitter I’m so topical
Tatted up with Diamond, all my snowmen abominable
I tell them hoes to vaminos

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That’s Nacho bitch
That’s Nacho change
Consider a lot of shit done changed since Nacho came
That’s Nacho friend
That’s Nacho bitch
See the world a lot different through Nacho’s mitts
That’s Nacho car
This Nacho town
I done made my own name, that’s Nacho style
That’s Nacho’s chips
That’s Nacho rich
Everybody stop and listen when Nacho spits

[Verse 2]
My father’s Dirty Harry, my mother’s Bloody Marry
I don’t believe in fairies, police are Tom & Jerry
My bitches wanna square me, seen bitches that’ll share me
My pregnant miss is bare feet, your brother does not scare me

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And I’m not all that, 26 grams
Two in the air, I’m going H.A.M
Who wanna stare, new to the spare, like Gucci LaFlare
The Gucci I wear, the coochie I tear,
The bougie ass groupies with roofies out there
Its like goofing off boofy ass niggas like Cher
There, life is not fair, I do not care, yeah
She got post pardom, keep ’em posed darling
In my rose garden, my favorite show starting
And you’re co-starring, as a ghost Cartman
She had a lot of niggers, but I’m the most charming
I got a baby face, but I’m the most harming
See the ladies’ face, there it gold carton
Tell tale heart, scary old apartment
Keep my pistol loaded, and my machete sharpened


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