D-Note Is On The Beat
The Beatllionare
The devil with a culotte, I touch her with the butt
She is ‘a bitch’ but she wants me to break her
I’m thin but I know how to put on the pirate patch
I’ll grab your boat and go to the AK triangle in one go
Couple of brothers ‘confinao’, but don’t be confident
This is not cold, we’ll turn off the air conditioning
You say that you ride it, bastard, get on this
She talks about goat or whatever she wants, we know that she doesn’t mess with it.
Two asses, two sticks, two combs in each Glock
One baby arrives alone, another arrives with two
Two nights of fucking, two cell phones, two phickies turned on
Two blackies, two pickies for the mess
Two asses, two sticks, two combs in each Glock
One baby arrives alone, another arrives with two
Two nights of fucking, two cell phones, two phickies on (Ah)
Two blackie’, two pickie’ for the mess (Hehehe)
Two stick’, ten drum comb, fourteen R-Sport (Shit)
I’ll send you 26 for the Escalade and a hundred for the Four (Ih)
Your cat saw us when we hit you with everything
She didn’t even ask, she saw me, she kicked me and “fuap” she got on, yeh (Fuap, fuap, fuap)
He likes Pink Tequila
And let me put a ring on her, really badass even though she is not my wife (Hahaha)
She knows that all the glopetations have a chip (Shit)
And for you the fulfillments are free (Prrrr)
Oh, day and night, night or day
My stick sounds like the trumpet of Sugar Díaz
My stick sounds if I send you with a full drum
I pass by your song and we empty the land for you (Prr, prr, prr)
Two comb’, two glope’
And two bastards who are not going to give a break when they wrap you up
Two cars with four masks full face
So when we send you we won’t fail like Curry and Klay
Two asses, two sticks, two combs in each Glock (Yeh)
One baby arrives alone, another arrives with two
Two nights of fucking, two cell phones, two phickies turned on
Two blackies, two pickies for the mess
Two asses, two sticks, two combs in each Glock
One baby arrives alone, another arrives with two
Two nights of fucking, two cell phones, two phickies turned on
Two blackies, two pickies for the mess
We customize ‘the caimane’ are now dinosaurs’ (Ah; brr)
I fell for you in August, to work, cache two Jeepeta in Braulio
Even the pigs are going to mess with this audio
And it’s not the same to be with two little guys as with two millionaires (Brr)
Now you alone AMIRI-MIRI, I follow Amari
The sugar daddy, spider like the Ferraris
Don’t snore from keeping it without having it
Keep running on battery ’cause we’re going to melt your Tesla (Plo, plo, plo, plo!)
Oops, it’s not the White Pearl, bastard (Ah)
This is not a topic, baby, this is a slap
Oh, this is a toast to all of mine
The neighborhoods, the hamlets, the songs that are not cold (Hehehe; oops)
Two comb’, two glope’
And two bastards who are not going to give a break when they wrap you up
Two cars with four masks full face
So when we send you we won’t fail like Curry and Klay, yeh
Two asses, two sticks, two combs in each Glock
One baby arrives alone, another arrives with two
Two nights of fucking, two cell phones, two phickies turned on
Two blackies, two pickies for the mess (Brr)
Two asses, two sticks, two combs in each Glock
One baby arrives alone, another arrives with two
Two nights’ fucking, two cell phones, two phickies’ turned on’
Two blackies, two pickies for the mess
Yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh
You can talk to talk (Amari)
Is the Rottweilas, Inc
We keep writing, shit
Yes, heh
Princi (The babies are from it’)
With a firefighter suit on
Amarion
Is he going to do it to you?
Tell me, By
Yes hehe
(But we’ll put it in)
Wherever, whenever, at whatever time we kill him,’ you hear?
Prr, prr, prr (Prr, prr, prr)