[Lyric] Arroz Con Bacalao (Nenjah Nycist)

Attitude got a little pepper
Her last man a fool yo, the dude should've kept her
Things she did I'd never let her
It was with me though so she got wetter and wetter
It only gets better yeah
She raw like a lion's yawn
Above the law, monologues to her vagina
Kind of like a poet and all that
Fall back summer here so her shorts kind of small
Thighs galore
Damn I love it im loving it
Im all over it got it covered like oven mitts
Wine glass bubbling my vision doubling
This girl troubling bad as she wanna be
Juggling comfortably in them cup of c's
Fuck a wanna-be she the real thing
Yo that waist so small and that thing so fat
Everybody looking she cooking like damn who's that?
Her body so right a Queen fit for Nyc
Tonight she might be my bacalao and rice
Tonight she might be my bacalao and rice
Tonight she might be my bacaloa and rice

And I ain't tryna dine you, fuck naw
I would rather rap and unsnap your bra
Sorry for being me, what you get, what you see
I can't even repeat what I really mean huh
I'm santa but fuck the milk and cookies
Yeah I knock the dust off that pussy
Nyc I mean it, im fiending, still radio scheming
Trying to give the semen to Angie Martinez
Smoking with them hot rhymes like a hot nine
Seven days holidays and weekends
Yo got a thing for them Ricans I'm geeking
I'm like a four wheeling crack dealer
Baby I gotta get my rocks off
You can do it with yo socks off
If the neighbors pop off
Tell them shut the fuck up and get the popcorn

Bacalao and rice
Tonight she might be my bacalao and rice
Tonight