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"Castro" lyrics by EMILIO ROJAS
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, they call me Castro, Castro
Bitch, I run the damn show, find me on that island
Mami want it, watch that ass go, go, go, now watch that ass go, go, go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, they call me Castro, Castro
Don't fuck with Uncle Sam though, find me on that island
Mami want it, watch that ass go, go, go, now watch that ass go, go, go

[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas]
And I never had respect for a man that'll wait on a chance
Nah, everyone I'm with, they be taking they chances
Never did shit less I'm paid in advance
I don't give a damn about what you label me as
I'm a little bit of leader, a little bit of soldier, a little bit of criminal
And I know they wanna kill an idea but you can't kill the principle it's invincible
Roll around like a general, I got camo on and my cut low
Y'all are rolling with gangsters, I'm a be with bankers 'cause they more cutthroat
Got a couple boats with my people in it, a couple hoes that I'm sleeping with
When they need a thrill, they hitting me for pills like Emilio will run a free clinic
Demons all in my past, got greed that's clouding my judgment
I ain't washing my hands, not from the blood money I'm touching
It's disgusting, the one I love ain't never gonna be the one I'm trusting
I can't even trust myself 'cause I know all the shit I fucked with, right?
I roll with Cubans that smoke but they rolling Cubans
And we so over losing, we over dosing on over doing
You know we moving, them Audis are packed
I got my money in the front and my broad in my lap


[Verse 2: Emilio Rojas]
We fly first class in that third world, by the second day, I'm on the third girl
I know the world is my oyster so my wifey draped in them black pearls
She got Santeria, put a spell on me, when I'm walking in
Like who the hell is he? And she love it when I get reckless
Got fetishes for them felonies and no jealousy when it's just sex
She don't care who I fuck with, she know I'm keeping her well dressed
And them other bitches just undress, I don't run with a team
I got a fucking regime and I'm living like a dictator, what I say goes
Ain't nobody fucking with me, nah, nah, nah
You tell the IRS that I ain't paying shit and you can run
And tell the fucking judge that I ain't saying shit
'Cause I never been the one that is running at the guns
And my lips, they staying zipped and I got a lot of poll
When you powerful, then every trip a power trip, right?
My hopes are highest for hoes that drop it the lowest
'Cause it's a breeze to get it so I got it to blow it
And the way my people smoking, you swear to God that they grow it
The only way you stopping me is with a bullet


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