Cocaine, cocaine
so much shine on my neck, I look frozen
Those who grew up with me, none of them are bald (aha)
where the singer arrives everything is sold out (tell me)
They played with me and they were struck out (shu)
multiplying money like I’m a nerd
I have an apartment on the left arm
They are calling me believer because sometimes I get lost
The count goes up until when I sleep (shu, shu)
Shut the fuck up, if you don’t respect
I did the baby’s ass and tits
cool all day in shorts
the motors roar from the porch
all day playing on the station,
talking about the street and guns
my flow is street, but they fall in love,
It’s not the same to listen to me (awoo-woo-woo)
than seeing me in person (yeah)
Every day I buy clothes even though I never wear them (shu, shu)
stealing outfits, never morrongas
she gave herself, mamisonga, putonga
mamisonga, putonga (pu-pu-pum!)
every day I buy clothes
although I never wear it (yeah)
stealing outfits, never morrongas
she gave herself, mamisonga, putonga
mamisonga, putonga
oh, yes, oh, yes (yih-yih-yih)
five hundred pairs of tennis and I only have two feet
I have her in four and she told me “oh, yes”
He lives in a neighborhood in MedellÃn,
but he fucking speaks english
baby, call me, call me
I was lonely before,
I pay him more than the only one
snatched even when I’m not horny (yeah)
underground, baby, always low-key (yeah), mmm
I function with pressure, I like to be held back
They say they sing, but they don’t put it in
this is for love, but love for the ticket
If you don’t respect, there is no one who respects you (yeah, ah)
focus’ without losing my direction (aha)
couple of guys in court, for drugs or for bearing
I get down to business, there is no one to support me
I make money for sports (aha), I have a house and transportation (awoo)
They talk bad about me, so I don’t care
I keep traveling the world (yeah),
filling out the passport (aha)
a song in half an hour so that someone can export it
always new clothes and asicalaÃto’ the cut (yeah)
a little boy from the commune
rich from music, not rich from birth (aha)
I am a panther even though I don’t work with puma
rising like foam, I’m almost touching the moon
I do it for pleasure from the beginning (yeah)
also for money, perks of the job
bad energy to get me mad (yeah)
all the neck in gold like an Egyptian (pu-pu-pum!)
every day I buy clothes,
although I never wear it
stealing outfits, never morrongas
she gave herself, mamisonga, putonga
mamisonga, putonga
every day I buy clothes,
although I never wear it (yeah)
stealing outfits, never morrongas
she gave herself, mamisonga, putonga
mamisonga, putonga
yih, ah
ryan castro
yeah
He is the ghetto singer with coqe
representing the ‘neighborhood’, the ‘block’
yeah
medellin
aha, aha, aha, aha
yeah, we got the sauce, baby
behind, behind, behind, behind
behind, behind, behind, behind, behind, behind, behind, behind
hehe (ily wonder)
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