The Point40
Marcianeke
(?) Music
What do they know about style? We are the style

Oh, how cute that mini mini
Mom, always small wears a bikini-kini, nothing more
She's lying on the beach, tanned brunette
And it matches with the sun, the beach and the sand
Oh, how cute that mini mini
Mom, always small wears a bikini-kini, nothing more
She's lying on the beach, tanned brunette
And it matches with the sun, the beach and the sand

Like Yankee in the '90s
The rhythm doesn't forgive and you tempt me
We own the kiosk, pay rent
The baby doesn't lend herself
She's not manipulable and if you try
We'll give it to you in the face, thirty comb

And she's the one who kills me
She rolls, smokes, mistreats me
She works it and attacks me
Very wicked, that's my devil

And shorty no, I didn't try
I can't lull myself with my cat none
On her way she finds me, I am
The only one who takes her to the moon
And baby I don't know what to do, she has me wrapped up
Mamacita there's budget here there's envy
And I detect it and if you want I'll inject it to you

She's mentally ill
She tells me "Point you're one of the demented"
But the booty call I put in hot
And she doesn't want me to let her go
I grab her by the neck, pull her hair
I put it in her very naughty until death

Oh, how cute that mini mini
Mom, always small wears a bikini-kini, nothing more
She's lying on the beach, tanned brunette
And it matches with the sun, the beach and the sand
Oh, how cute that mini mini
Mom, always small wears a bikini-kini, nothing more
She's lying on the beach, tanned brunette
And it matches with the sun, the beach and the sand (Marcianeke)
Ey, ey

Come on, we're not ducking
I bought tussy for the thief, 120 chants were for Joaco
For the fools the Draco
I with my anti-cop buddy
I put it in all the time, I'm horny
Let's talk about money, did you hear?
Nobody resists me
If I'm not with the Flymagick, I might be with the enlist
Ready for the goats to enlist (brr, brr)

Take it as truth
I'm with your scientist
I'm in a critical state
Bounce it on top of the peak
Oh excuse me for being explicit
Come I blew you fear success
I know you like the illicit
Get ready for me to break you
I'm with those who don't bend tolompa
Make the buttocks bounce
Nothing about falling in love
To all the buddies (brr, brr)

Marcianeke
What do they know about style? We are the style
And you guys play it, haha
Point40
Always on point, with the .40, ah
Ey, ey the Point40
The one who bursts the track
Tell me, Draco, on the controls
Producing, daddy, ey
(?) Music
And, Marcianeke, haha
Tell me, I saw a rich talca daddy, what happened?
For all those skinny girls who walk with the mini mini mom
A little cut nothing more
Go ask what for
With my people from Villa Rica directly to La Jima, brr

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