Fire on the song
Nothing but hot takes
We making money
While you're making mistakes
Eating nothing but tamales on our plate
Your girl called me
Said she wants to go on a date
Spicy mamma shake your ass around
Got the cake moving up and down slowly
Run up on you with the .40 cal
Turn your smile into a frown
Shooters turn up on you with the Draco
I'm sitting at home counting Pesos
Got three bitches with me counting Dough
Shooters posted up with
Mis hermanos
Yeah I'm out here with
The f*cking flow
Like McQueen my bros are light-o
Run up on me gonna catch a bow
Yeah I'm putting on the show
Got the Gucci ain't a f*cking cloak
You know I'm clutch
You know I never choke
People hit me up because
They're broke
Diamonds on my neck
Leave me f*cking froze
You're never gonna make it
I was told
Look at me now
I'm going for the gold
You're out of cards
You better f*cking fold
All the comments
They're getting so old
Uno
Dos
Tres
Cuatro
Got red bottoms all on my zapatos
Foreign girl came with toppings
Like nachos
Ice dripping so much I think
I might need a poncho
Uno
Dos
Tres
Cuatro
Got red bottoms all on my zapatos
Foreign girl came with toppings
Like nachos
Ice dripping so much I think
I might need a poncho
Spicy mamma shake your ass around
Got the cake moving up and down Slowly
Run up on you with the .40 cal
Turn your smile into a frown
Shooters turn up on you with the Draco
I'm sitting at home counting Pesos
Got three bitches with me counting Dough
Shooters posted up with
Mis hermanos
Mis Hermanos (feat. Yung Peanut & Attykinson) Video (MV)
Performed By: Mikeythelyricist
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Ben Polich, Mikey Glynos, Wyatt Atkinson
Mikeythelyricist - Mis Hermanos (feat. Yung Peanut & Attykinson) Lyrics
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English
Fire on the song
Nothing but hot takes
We making money
While you're making mistakes
Eating nothing but tamales on our plate
Your girl called me
Said she wants to go on a date
Spicy mamma shake your ass around
Got the cake moving up and down slowly
Run up on you with the .40 cal
Turn your smile into a frown
Shooters turn up on you with the Draco
I'm sitting at home counting Pesos
Got three bitches with me counting Dough
Shooters posted up with
Mis hermanos
Yeah I'm out here with
The f*cking flow
Like McQueen my bros are light-o
Run up on me gonna catch a bow
Yeah I'm putting on the show
Got the Gucci ain't a f*cking cloak
You know I'm clutch
You know I never choke
People hit me up because
They're broke
Diamonds on my neck
Leave me f*cking froze
You're never gonna make it
I was told
Look at me now
I'm going for the gold
You're out of cards
You better f*cking fold
All the comments
They're getting so old
Uno
Dos
Tres
Cuatro
Got red bottoms all on my zapatos
Foreign girl came with toppings
Like nachos
Ice dripping so much I think
I might need a poncho
Uno
Dos
Tres
Cuatro
Got red bottoms all on my zapatos
Foreign girl came with toppings
Like nachos
Ice dripping so much I think
I might need a poncho
Spicy mamma shake your ass around
Got the cake moving up and down Slowly
Run up on you with the .40 cal
Turn your smile into a frown
Shooters turn up on you with the Draco
I'm sitting at home counting Pesos
Got three bitches with me counting Dough
Shooters posted up with
Mis hermanos
Nothing but hot takes
We making money
While you're making mistakes
Eating nothing but tamales on our plate
Your girl called me
Said she wants to go on a date
Spicy mamma shake your ass around
Got the cake moving up and down slowly
Run up on you with the .40 cal
Turn your smile into a frown
Shooters turn up on you with the Draco
I'm sitting at home counting Pesos
Got three bitches with me counting Dough
Shooters posted up with
Mis hermanos
Yeah I'm out here with
The f*cking flow
Like McQueen my bros are light-o
Run up on me gonna catch a bow
Yeah I'm putting on the show
Got the Gucci ain't a f*cking cloak
You know I'm clutch
You know I never choke
People hit me up because
They're broke
Diamonds on my neck
Leave me f*cking froze
You're never gonna make it
I was told
Look at me now
I'm going for the gold
You're out of cards
You better f*cking fold
All the comments
They're getting so old
Uno
Dos
Tres
Cuatro
Got red bottoms all on my zapatos
Foreign girl came with toppings
Like nachos
Ice dripping so much I think
I might need a poncho
Uno
Dos
Tres
Cuatro
Got red bottoms all on my zapatos
Foreign girl came with toppings
Like nachos
Ice dripping so much I think
I might need a poncho
Spicy mamma shake your ass around
Got the cake moving up and down Slowly
Run up on you with the .40 cal
Turn your smile into a frown
Shooters turn up on you with the Draco
I'm sitting at home counting Pesos
Got three bitches with me counting Dough
Shooters posted up with
Mis hermanos
Writer: Ben Polich, Mikey Glynos, Wyatt Atkinson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid