🎵 Quinceanera // by Kap G

1 ContributorQuinceanera Lyrics [Chorus: Kap G] Hundreds and fifties, no Baby Joker (Hundreds and fifties) I got some bitches around the world, no local jokers (I got some bitches) All of this money on my line (brrr), my Motorola (my Motorola) Gotta keep it on me, can't leave without mi pistola (mi pistola) She like the way my diamonds dance, no quinceanera I got a plug in Venezuela (hola), Ricky Rivera (Ricky Rivera) I went matte black Panamera, no Camaro (no Camaro) The way they treat me in my hood, I'm like a pharaoh (I'm like a pharaoh, yeah) [Verse 1: Kap G] Diamonds dancing, quinceanera I get more time than sombreros I rock Louis like it's Aero Pistol, fuck a bow and arrow I went and put a 'vette, right on my neck You wasn't on that (You wasn't on that) Pull up to the club, all back Suburbans We got 'em back to back (We got 'em back to back, yeah) Load 'em in the sprinter and they all done (they all done!) Rich Migo packing noodles and some pork rinds (pork rinds) They run out of hard times, we don't condone that Stash the Glock when 12 ride by, ain't trying to go back Real connected right where I fly, she'll bring the loads back New whip, now pimp my ride, we got my own bag I'm in it like, do or die, don't get toe tagged Smokin' the 'Wood like kumbaya, this ain't the L pack [Chorus: Kap G] Hundreds and fifties, no Baby Joker (Hundreds and fifties) I got some bitches around the world, no local jokers (I got some bitches) All of this money on my line (brrr), my Motorola (my Motorola) Gotta keep it on me, can't leave without mi pistola (mi pistola) She like the way my diamonds dance, no quinceanera I got a plug in Venezuela (hola), Ricky Rivera (Ricky Rivera) I went matte black Panamera, no Camaro (no Camaro) The way they treat me in my hood, I'm like a pharaoh (I'm like a pharaoh, yeah) [Verse 2: Kap G] I'm in mi barrio, that means the trenches Came from the bottom, we jumpin' them fences I got some migos who stay in the kitchen Rather be safe, got the K with extensions I'm balling in real life, they sitting on benches All of these racks, gotta pull up my britches (reggae) How could you hate from rags to riches? I'm havin' this cake, this shit ridiculous (hey, hey, hey, ayy) My migos riding, right or wrong My diamonds dancin', chambelan All these blue hundreds, count 'em up They turned me to a [?] All these bands I'm huffing through (skrr) I roll this blunt like something purple I need more than one, that's plural Paint her face just like a mural (Let's go!) [Chorus: Kap G] Hundreds and fifties, no Baby Joker (Hundreds and fifties) I got some bitches around the world, no local jokers (I got some bitches) All of this money on my line (brrr), my Motorola (my Motorola) Gotta keep it on me, can't leave without mi pistola (mi pistola) She like the way my diamonds dance, no quinceanera I got a plug in Venezuela (hola), Ricky Rivera (Ricky Rivera) I went matte black Panamera, no Camaro (no Camaro) The way they treat me in my hood, I'm like a pharaoh (I'm like a pharaoh, yeah)