In the hood, they're liquidating marijuana
Pure from Tijuana
In the hood, they're liquidating marijuana
Set up a team, dodge the customs
Pure from Tijuana
What would you do for some Gabbana?

For the family, I want the hundred million
Little joint, glass of Dom Pérignon
You are thousands, I will be without mercy
I'm on edge, buddy stay cute
Full throttle on the lane, yeah I lift the Yamaha
They're only good at talking, acting big at kech-Marra
Come on, I don't see them at the start
Settled, I'm done, she clears away
And if they want war, don't worry, we're here
We're already a pair, that's enough for the cowards
It's not my mother who's going to cry tears
And we know who the men are
That's enough for the cowards
And we know who the men are

Not here to brag
We come to represent all the neighborhoods
Hooded, gloved
Rimmed car, it makes me hard
Not here to brag
We come to represent all the neighborhoods
Hooded, gloved
Rimmed car, it makes me hard

I started at the bottom like you
Before sleeping, the problems resonate like you
I see little ones doing like me
I tell them "get inspired"
"If there's good, but in truth, do like you"
Bag full of details, make everything go and you cut
You won't get a medal, anyway they don't want success
Down there, they want bullets, you know, get out the SQ7
Down there, they want bullets, you know, get out the SQ7
And there's nothing to do
I'm down, I manage two or three things
Baby you don't have to worry
But if they find the hiding place I'm going for five years firm
Sometimes, I talk to myself
I'm looking for answers to my questions
Sometimes, I talk to myself
I'm looking for answers to my questions

Not here to brag
We come to represent all the neighborhoods
Hooded, gloved
Rimmed car, it makes me hard
Not here to brag
We come to represent all the neighborhoods
Hooded, gloved
Rimmed car, it makes me hard
We come to represent all the neighborhoods
Rimmed car, it makes me hard
We come to represent all the neighborhoods
Rimmed car, it makes me hard

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