Snow Tha Product- La Historia English Lyrics/Letras
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[Intro]
No, you're not going to believe this
This based on a true story
(Yeah) Uhh, yeah
Pum-Pumbaa are you nuts?
Look
[Verso]
First time I smoke hookah (hookah)
(It was) with a Puerto Rican, my bad.
I tried to speak Spanish, she no speak
I love curly hair with a diva attitude and a face that mmm ... will ruin my life
And what happened; At the first instant, she caught me. She told me "You don't want this problem"
I was like "Oh, you don't know"
She stole it from me, fucking heart, she broke it.
It went pum-pum-pum-pum-pum and it did not work
But what happened? what happened already happened.
Why do I get in where nobody called me?
But me, I'm there being nosy, I should leave.
That's what happens to me for not doing what God asks of me.
But I like all the bottles and the bitches and the strippin'
And the dollars they be flying
When I'm ballin', bitch, I'm trippin' I like both
Like English and Spanish, what you thought? (ha)
I'll switch it like whatever, fuck the world
I'm on a roll, I gotta go
If a bitch is fine, I let her know.
And I do not care who likes her, fuck, it all got messed up.
And one boy said to come back to that side
To try to reverse it because he was Dominican.
Qué lo qué, and all the shit, nice shirt and has a car
He took me to a hookah place and he spent a good amount. And what happened, after Tequila he told me that I was different, that from a distance he noticed. That all the women he knows were not like me. That I should never worry about hir ex that he left her. That she wasn't worth anything to him anymore. That I look reserved, That I have expensive clothes, That my class is elevated. That is noticable that I would never do what his evil ex did.
"Well, what happened, what did she do to you?" He said that it was a weird story. And he said he got involved with one that really fucked him over. I told him same for me. Because the curly haired girl who played with me and with my heart had a husband and I didn't care. That's why God punished me by not knowing what happened to her. That's why I went to New York, to take her from the fag. Because he no longer had control, of her or of the relationship. And that's when he stopped me and focused on my tattoos. He told me "Do not tell me what her name is" and he guessed it (right)
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