Eh
L-Gante, what's up?
Bizarrap, record this villarap
Cumbia 4:20 for the black guys

If she warns me in five I'm there, because she knows how I am
Her boyfriend doesn't give her, so she calls me and I go
She asks me to do everything, everything, everything
While I chop another co-co-co-co-co

And I start immediately
While she smokes at the dance she breaks it
I give her a kiss so she can get on
Without knowing why, she has no competition, eh
Two of Tetra Brik, a jug and chopping the Rick
We walk with Biza, in the villa a tintin
The toughest ones taking a little bit, moving the bricks

A deck chair and an umbrella
All the cats well in chapel
Here we don't buy with the rakes
And at night in the car the ropes shine
Go ahead, girl, dare, the one who puts it in the most has arrived
We crossed each other on the networks, but we went to the garete
My combo always active, friend, 24/7
Always where there are no witnesses I keep putting hot
Zero-zero-zero berretines
Ranching on the corner with the big ones and the little ones
I don't disrespect, don't slip with me
I don't get into the mess, I let them walk (Let them walk)

If she warns me in five I'm there, because she knows how I am
Her boyfriend doesn't give her, so she calls me and I go
She asks me to do everything, everything, everything
While I chop another co-co-co-co-co

And I start immediately
While she smokes at the dance she breaks it
I give her a kiss so she can get on
Without knowing why, she has no competition, eh
Two of Tetra Brik, a jug and chopping the Rick
We walk with Biza, in the villa a tintin
The toughest ones taking a little bit, moving the bricks

I prick the ruchi
Three jugs in the Pelopincho
A grill and chinchu in the quincho
The rochos joseamos until we make millions in the corridors
I feel like the king
While the chiripi burns we explode a mutiny
The black guys in leather, cumbia to the rin-tin-tin
Since we started we already gave it an end, with my team
My neighborhood puts it in
The girls twerking, shaking the rosquete
Hanging a twin from a XT T
I blow the hat off the mustaches
Here in the west we walk raw
We are thugs often
We do what no one could
If they talk too much we leave them mute, I swear

If she warns me in five I'm there, because she knows how I am
Her boyfriend doesn't give her, so she calls me and I go
She asks me to do everything, everything, everything
While I chop another co-co-co-co-co

Cu-cu-cumbia 4:20 for the black guys
L-gante, what's up?
Villarap (Bizarrap), eh
This is not a letter, it's a routine
From the most chorra to the most fine
From the neighborhood, Argentina
Breaking stages
Killing the league

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