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Oh, yeah, yeah (Yama Make Them Bounce)
Yes, yes, just a cabrón
Son of a bitch
Mera, listen
Point 40, explosive bullets, military Rs, the P80
We're going to kill you, not break windows
Cinderella, will you go to sleep if I give the signal?
And it's seventy if I go down to sing with Sha in Canale
Karl Malone, you know who arrived, the big problem
In your song I'm Jordan with the Draco and the ball
It's Cosa Nostra, the Godfather, the cane
I'm arriving at the brothel, move those silicone asses
Don't give a fuck, en el Scat Pack
I'm from the block, Gucci es el backpack
The pistols are Glocks and the covers are made of crack-crack.
I've got this bitch begging me to fuck her.
Move that ass, slut, there's no time to fuck
And that toto adores me, I give it bora-bora
Medicine, doctor, you're really naughty.
I'm gonna break your ass, your pussy, and your heart
They want to kill me (they want to), but they can't (no, no)
They want to snore at me (how?), but they don't have (no, no)
They try to set me up and their bitches die (ha, ha!)
Bitch, get on all fours, make those cheeks jiggle, uh
They want more dick, more drugs, more sex (ah, ah, ah)
More whores, more rolls, problems and guns (ha, ha!)
They want more dick, more drugs, more sex
More rolls, problems and guns
What do you know about living in war?
What do you know about counting a kilo?
If a brother turns on you, send him packing.
Alligator wallets and crocodile shoes
Blood calls for more blood, and this dragon is a vampire.
The Boston Celtics' John Stockton with the Concords
A long comb, you bootlicker, and a short one
And if Luci catches you, they're going to force you to have an abortion.
I'm not sleeping, and yet I'm going to snore at them.
Don't give a fuck, en el Scat Pack
I'm from the block, Gucci es el backpack
The pistols are Glocks and the covers are made of crack-crack.
I've got this bitch begging me to fuck her.
We don't give a fuck, en el Scat Pack
I'm from the block, Gucci es el backpack
The pistols are Glocks and the covers are made of crack-crack.
I've got this bitch begging me to fuck her.
What do you know about living in war?
What do you know about declaring a kilo-kilo?
What do you know about declaring a kilo-kilo?
Crocodile shoes
Blood calls for more blood, and this dragon is a vampire.
Ah (hey)
Mere, you bastard (the 6-6, you son of a bitch)
I'll punch you in the face, you son of a bitch (tell me, Yama)
Dime, Castle
Ha, ha (tell me, La M)
Mera, contrólesen (dime, Buru)
Go easy on him there (Roman speaks)
You know, the 6-6 (you know)
The terror (heh)
I feel like Kendo and Almighty right now.
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