I'm in guapman mode, I'm going to shock you
We're going to mashup-mashup and block you
You have bad karma, you flopped
Moha tells me that the mixtape is going to shock them

Bitch, bitch (Leo cooking dope)
Don't break my balls, don't break my balls (trust me)
Bitch, bitch (binks, binks)
Don't break my balls, don't break my balls

You're all talk, you have no courage
You ski, you think you're someone else
They pull-up on you, you're out of luck
I lost my heart, my brother
Guapman, guapman, mashup di pumpum fat
Mashup di pumpum fat
Guapman, mashup di pumpum, mashup di pumpum
Mashup di pumpum fat (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I roll a ski, I'm ski all night
The girl, I eat her like a Bokit (brr)
Don't talk with them, they're snitches
I hear the cops in my phone, get a walkie-talkie (pow, pow)
Cash, dough, purple bills, Tinky Winky
Magic trick, did you take a monkey from me? (You ruined everything for R, you bitch)
Only high-kicks, forehead that gives you Alzheimer's, like Anthony Hopkins
The cop, he wants the cash and the papers
I take a trap even if it's a trap
There's a weapon and your future in the black box
Don't wake me up, I don't sleep, I have nightmares (yeah)
Don't keep the ball, make a pass
Don't complain, the street is a team game (yeah)
Death reduces the team (hmm-hmm)
No love, no signs of affection
You give your heart, your daughter, you're like Thanos
Midnight, the city is binking, I'm in the car
If you want to pull up on me, it's complicated
Let's go, beware of Santana's threat (exact)
The weed, it stinks, put it in the back
The guy, he gets lifted by the colback
Flashback, whippin', back, only knife attacks
Pull up, pull up, we (swing, swing)
You feel that the atmosphere is palpable (splash, swing, buubuu, binks)
If you don't do what you say, don't talk the third time
That I don't answer, don't call me back (yes, yes)
You gave her your heart, she leaves
She only loves the trap, she doesn't love you
You're not alone, in your bed, you don't even know
The devil accompanies you if you go somewhere (ski, ski, ski)

I'm in guapman mode, I'm going to shock you (hmm-hmm)
We're going to mashup, mashup and block you
You have bad karma, you flopped
Moha tells me that the mixtape is going to shock them (gang)
Wake up, boy, you're in Compton
I do magic tricks like at Hogwarts
There's death, get out of there, swing, swing
Don't plan, it's a knife attack (magic)

Be careful if you haven't protected the mothers and children
When we arrive at your place
We only aim for your head, we're not going to shoot in the wind
I roll a ski, I'm ski, in my heart it's dark
And there are only crazy people in the gang
Guapman, guapman and the son of a bitch, he will go see other women
Guapman, guapman and the son of a bitch, he will go see other women
Be careful if you haven't protected the mothers and children
When we arrive at your place
We only aim for your head, we're not going to shoot in the wind
I roll a ski, I'm ski, in my heart it's dark
And there are only crazy people in the gang (bouh-bouh-bouh-bouh, binks, binks, binks, binks)

Mashup di pumpum fat
Guapman, mashup di pumpum, mashup di pumpum
Mashup di pumpum fat

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