Dos’Tango

By SEBZERA

Released on June 24, 2022

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[Chorus: SEBZERA]

I'ma pull up on 'em with that fuckin' choppa (Choppa)

Make a nigga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata)

Way too high right now, I feel like a helicopter (Poh-poh)

Grab my tec and I let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha-ha)

I don't give no fucks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha-ha)

I'ma make that call, I tip my brothas off that hunch (Ha-ha)

They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha-ha)

And I keep it rollin' bitch I'm smokin' on that funk' (Ha-ha)


[Verse 1: SEBZERA]

Guns, keep 'em in my trunk (Yeah)

Darius, I dunk (Yeah)

On just 'bout everyone (Yeah)

And I hit lil' bitch for fun (Yeah)

When I feel like feelin' none (Yeah)

When I feel like this, then I feel like killin' on a gin and rum

When I feel like this, then I might just fuck around and kill yo' son

When I feel like this, then I might just put my dick up in yo' daughter


[Chorus: SEBZERA]

I'ma pull up on 'em with that fuckin' choppa (Choppa)

Makе a nigga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata)

Way too high right now, I feel like a helicoptеr (Poh-poh)

Grab my tec and I let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha)

I don't give no fucks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha)

I'ma make that call, I tip my brothas off that hunch (Ha)

They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha)

And I keep it rollin' bitch I'm smokin' on that funk' (Ha)


[Verse 2: Prompto]

Yeah, she bad

Know' she count this cash

Fast never last, 150 on the dash

Ass fat, gotta brag

'Cause you know we smoking, all I see is grey

All this green a hot box, put it in a safe

This ain't no bachata, put you in your place

My girl like barista, give me Creme Brûlée

Bobby like bouche, don't care what you say

Coming up, duce

Going up, Tuesday

Titty boy, two chains got me like touche

Switchin' up, two lanes

I'ma, I'ma

[Chorus: SEBZERA & Prompto]

I'ma pull up on 'em with that fuckin' choppa (Choppa, with the choppa)

Make a nigga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata, no bachata)

Way too high right now, I feel like a helicopter (Poh-poh, helicopter)

Grab my tec and I let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha-ha, hoe that's drunk)

I don't give no fucks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha-ha, off some chunks)

I'ma make that call, I tip my brothas off that hunch (Ha-ha, off the hunch)

They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha-ha, in the trunk)

And I keep it rollin' bitch I'm smokin' on that funk' (Ha-ha)