(feat. Farruko)
I put on the combi, I bathe in perfume,
my TechnoMarine in diamantao,
a lot of penny way on my chain... that shows off.
The cats adore me, without me giving them wings,
(Farruko)
I easily win comfortably, even if they throw me the wrong way.
(Let's go come on come on)
I come out chillin in the slow,
guy, a lot of clothes,
cat, I've already lost count.
If this were a kiosk,
you pay me the rent.
I go out chillin in the slow,
guy, lots of clothes,
cat, I've lost count.
If this were a kiosk,
you would pay me the rent.
If this It was a kiosk, I was a bug,
You shooters, turn up the volume
you are listening to the best, don't even try it,
because it won't look like us.
br/>I protro this is not a supermoto league
this is great and welcome to the sect,
the Hayabusa hits 240 on the straight,
the cats stick to me because I have
the lettuce to go on a cruise all year round
Farruko you feel me thats my life
I'm waiting to be out of baif
with the combo of my cat and the Forty Five br/>gata, I've lost count.
If this were a kiosk,
you pay me the rent.
I go out chillin in the slow,
guy, a lot of clothes,
br/>gata, I've lost count.
If this were a kiosk,
you would pay me the rent.
Welcome to the New Yores,
heating blocks don't get out of focus,
I'll erase your seal so that mine can be placed on you
24/7 with all the fillets
the Mercedes with Cabinet system, homeboy.
I don't use blin, I don't mess around, I'm always clean
I do the sprint going around your trunk.
The BMW is cold like igloos,
crazy for catching you and even your crew young murda.
Gatas in Miami, cats in Medallo,
you rooster, before we collapse the macaw,
don't forget that we control the terrain
a skid and I'll put the brakes on you,
Me & Farruu...
I put on the combi, I bathe in perfume,
my TechnoMarine is endiamantao,
a lot of penny way in me chain... that boasts.
The cats adore me, without me giving them wings,
I easily win comfortably, even if they throw me the wrong way.
I go out chillin in the slow one,
guy, lots of clothes,
cat, I've lost count.
If this were a kiosk,
you would pay my rent.
I go out chillin' on the slow road,
guy, lots of clothes,
cat, I've lost count.
If this were a kiosk,
you would pay me the rent.
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