Prra
KOKISM (KOKISM, hahahaha!), ah (Haha)
Give me another galaxy (KOKISMO, duet; wuh)
Turn it up, Koki (Yeah)
The calls ‘with offer’ fall, the street is alert (Prr, prr, prr)
I have a container with a pair of each here at the door
It’s been 24 hours of partying, no one wants a nap
In Buenos Aires, resting is the most difficult thing (Huh)
Play without cards and win the bet (Rrra)
In the almost trap city on the planet
Here the truth is going to be uncorked like a champeta
We’re ‘hitting the charts’ with a flip-flop (Ha)
Che, no chamulle’, I didn’t see you in the lleca
Year’ of vision forward, like an Aztec
If the bars are not good, Koki gives me another dry one (Pah, pah, pah, pah)
Afterwards athlete, I feel like an athlete
Now we are talking about Blue Label and Dom Pérignon (-gnon)
But we start with the blister in Thermidor (-dor)
Ante’ going to rap with hunger in the mouth
Now couple of flies want to eat us the soup
I go out with the name of my brand on my t-shirt, on my jacket (Huh)
I’m going alpha, without pressure from my feet to the pear
I fall with a diamond’ the color of my flag
I am the jewel of this era (Yah)
They ask me not to pause, I fall for LaSauce (No)
The flows’ are 0k, unused (0k)
Inside the studio like in a prison (A prison)
Here there is no offside for overtaking
Sa-Sa-I go out with the name of my brand on my t-shirt, on my jacket
I’m going alpha, with no pressure from my feet to the pear (Huh)
Ca-Ca-I fall with diamond’ the color of my flag
I am the jewel of this era (Prra)
They ask me not to pause, I fall for LaSauce
The flows’ are 0k, unused (0k)
Inside the studio like in a prison (A prison)
Here there is no offside for getting ahead (Yeah)
Talk to me about dollars, don’t talk to me about drugs
Talk to me about ass, don’t talk to me about a gun
‘Where it is’ stepping, my footprint controls
I have the hand ‘e Dio’, huh, flow Maradona (Goal!; Gee-Geezy)
The cloud ‘e smoke, I’m smoking good air’
Well, beating the Chileans, I fly through the air
The mine ‘moving their asses on TikTok, dancing’
This is to’ easy, YSY with De La Geezy, the sniper’
Four moña’ in the pot (Aha)
Dark glasses, it’s already night (Oh), no one recognizes me (Clean, clean)
You greeted me and he already believes that he knows me
Your mother’s pussy, son of a bitch, avoid rubbing
That’s why I smoke a whole pound (Okay)
150 miles down the road (Ah)
Breaking all the charts, huh, without a record label (Let’s cap)
I am a pure parakeet, the jewel of this era (No cap)
Listen, easy money, Geezy flow, Geezy, baby
We have all of them in the , like Dei V
The .40 on top, it’s black like Leon Bailey, ah
An R for size (Austin, baby, ah)
They ask me not to pause, I fall for LaSauce (No)
The flows’ are 0k, unused (-key)
Inside the studio like in a prison (Rrra)
Here there is no offside for overtaking
Tell me, YSY
Tell him that you are with De La Geezy
Inside the studio like a prison
Tell him that I have a beard, my beard is gold
let them throw
Puerto Ri and Argentina
Chuli gang, homie
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