Take out the one who doesn't belong from the club, shh
Your "toto" is much
I see you, mmm, I say "ush"
I kiss you, mmm, I take away the rush
Wolf, you are my crush
Here there's no "krippy," only kush
I declare war on them, Bush style (Bush)
Your "toto" is much
I see you, mmm, I say "ush"
I kiss you, mmm, I take away the rush
Wolf, you are my crush
Here there's no "krippy," only kush
I declare war on them, Bush style
(Who's speaking? El Ak, Four Twenty)

Arrogant because they see my shiny neck
What happened at Gucci? Ostentatious
The Glock with the DJ in the suitcase, cautious
And when it needs to be taken out, I see you all trembling
And on the belt, I carry Salvatore, the Glock with forty ammo
In a taxi, a burst for your heart
Don't be so stupid, I'm back from the lobby
Brighter and better, and filled the pockets like Fat Tony
The jewelry is exotic and brands you don't know
The only thing you'll see from me is how the forty coughs
I keep the windows at a hundred and the magazine with twelve
And in the club, the bottles are of rosé
And I'm with the crew and the Glock and a brunette who bumps into me
The clothes are designer, the girls ride in the truck
I know how I am, that drives you crazy
And my playful girl shoots and doesn't miss

Take out the one who doesn't belong from the club, shh
Your "toto" is much
I see you, mmm, I say "ush"
I kiss you, mmm, I take away the rush
Wolf, you are my crush
Here there's no "krippy," only kush
I declare war on them, Bush style (Bush)
Your "toto" is much
I see you, mmm, I say "ush"
I kiss you, mmm, I take away the rush
Wolf, you are my crush
Here there's no "krippy," only kush
I declare war on them, Bush style

Hey, bunch of whores
Hey, take out the one who doesn't hook up
I'm going to make you a pointer like Fisher
And in high school, they put the "bicho" under the bleachers
Everyone has seen your "toto," don't act all coy
For race and wants to do the fetishes
You're a brat, whore, shake your butt
I'm going to pull your hair until you're bald
If you're not even an athlete and you've run more than ten yards
Whore, you're more messed up than white Air Forces
Scam me whatever you want, from shoes to purses
Anyone can screw her, that "toto" drips watercolor
A wild one, a slut, does whatever she wants
She's looking for someone to put on her Cinderella heels
Brush, I already have twelve whores like you
You're high caliber like the 15, change of pose
She has a cold heart, I have the "bicho" like Frozen
That's a bandit, screws with those who cough
(Huh? Dickhead?)

Make Money, La M
The Octopus
Tell me, Yama
Speak, Anubiis
UBV
Buena Vista
You all know who we are
The names appear on the covers and the tags on Spotify
We'll talk later

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