She doesn’t fight because she’s a fucking revolver
Scream like a whore jumping like a spring
Her mission combo is all older
For the cold Off-White, for the Oakley lock
From Manrique they ended up in Miami
Global Entry at the disco, they drink for free
With so much connection it seems Illuminati
And in the joseo faster than a Bugatti
In that way? You’re going to continue stealing the show
The devil thing can be seen in your face
To you and your little friend combo
Toa’ chimbitas
In that way? You are going to continue putting pressure
One shot and his clothes come off
They don’t sing, but they always sing
Mommy, put the pressure on
That with you, baby, I am satisfied
I swear I walk straight
I control like playing PlayStation, that’s a fact
Hey, my life, I conspire and fuck it
Although I’m not Pirlo, I’ll take that token from him, or rather
As we say in the neighborhood: “a whim”
I have a 512 and in the Mercho, José
Waiting to take us to the new mansion, you already know me
And from pose to pose, no one like me, baby, who dares
Get on your back, show me your butt, hike up your skirt
I know you are a gangster, you like banditry
And the 650 a honey
She doesn’t fight because she’s a fucking revolver
Scream like a whore jumping like a spring
Her mission combo is all older
For the cold Off-White, for the Oakley lock
From Manrique they ended up in Miami
Global Entry at the disco, they drink for free
With so much connection it seems Illuminati
And in the joseo faster than a Bugatti
In that way? You’re going to continue stealing the show
The devil thing can be seen in your face
To you and your little friend combo
Toa’ chimbitas
In that way? You are going to continue putting pressure
One shot and his clothes come off
They don’t sing, but they always sing
This shit is MadMusick
