Doubloons (feat. Na$ty) - Mastah Melo

It's that nighttime Opposite of nickel and dime prime suspect I'm not upset you copy that style of mine I smile at you mimes You trying to be like that motherfucking shadow of mine It's just a matter of time until I grab the nine Now watch my brain matter splatter and shine Shatter what matters What's all that clatter? That's the sound of my pockets getting fatter Licking the batter, I'm bout to bake a cake For fuck's sake All you fuck boys need to learn from your mistakes Go jump in a lake with a brick tied to your foot Burning these boys bitch I'm black from the soot They all wanna sound like us (bitch) They all wanna act like us (bitch) They all tryna look like us (bitch) Even tryna rap like us (bitch) Talking that triple six (bitch) Talking that devil shit But be careful what you say And be careful where you play Because everyone know I sold my soul for this shit ho You can keep your remix Sounding more shitty than a pre-mix Suicide coming with the new sound It's all the same shit in this town Don't even see your name in the newsfeed How you think you gonna go and affect me Bass in the trunk Song in your head The reason the people be claiming they dead Fuck your life and your pipe dream Might wanna watch what you say (bitch) Hop off the dick and go try and figure out How to get more than 300 plays (bitch) You been working for the man Doing all that you can I been fucking bitches I been flexing dirty Vans Who's your favorite rapper? Bet I'm serving them Murder them 'Cause I ain't ever heard of them You a bitch You ain't shit but a fucking lick You ain't qualified to wash my mother fucking dick? Motherfucker like me can't be taught Motherfucker like me can't be bought Come fucking with me and I'll take you off Claiming who it be but your ass is soft Coming straight off of the block There when the shit got hot Coming straight from where you not Come round here bet your ass get dropped Came straight from the drug dealers Came straight from the cap peelers Came straight from the real killers Leave you wrapped up like caterpillars

Rosa no quiere que la jodan (diablos, mami) Pero ella sí quiere joder A nadie va a responder Muchos pétalos pa ella sola (¿y todo eso es tuyo?) Clavando espinas con su colaless (con su colaless) Rosa es una desacatá (Rosa es una desacatá) Rosa Melo, dime qué tal (Rosa Melo, dime qué tal) Rosa no quiere que le den flores Prefiere hierba pa lo dolores Rosa hoy lo va a rozar Rosa hoy lo va a rozar Ella es una Rosa, apellido Melo Le gusta que la jalen por el pelo Una bad bitch, parece una modelo ¿Y eso es pana?, no, eso cuero Goza Peligrosa No reposa, te da hasta tosa A todos excita por eso ella es exitosa Sale pa la calle y le gritan: "diablo, azarosa" Diosa Rica y deliciosa De ser bellacosa Se siente orgullosa En la cama, irrespetuosa Fama de cariñosa Flor venenosa, y por eso Rosa no quiere que la jodan Pero ella sí quiere joder A nadie va a responder Muchos pétalos pa ella sola (abusadora) Clavando espinas con su colaless (con su colaless) Rosa es una desacatá (Rosa es una desacatá) Rosa Melo, dime qué tal (Rosa Melo, dime qué tal) Rosa no quiere que le den flores Prefiere hierba pa los dolores Rosa hoy lo va a rozar Rosa hoy lo va a rozar Rosa es una desacatá (Rosa es una desacatá) Rosa Melo, dime qué tal (Rosa Melo, dime qué tal) Rosa no quiere que le den flores Prefiere hierba pa los dolores Rosa hoy lo va a rozar Rosa hoy lo va a rozar Rosa, eh La Rosa tiene el tumbao Que Rosa tiene el tumbao Y le gusta, le gusta La Rosa tiene el tumbao Le gusta, le gusta ¿Y eso a quién no le gusta?