The devil extends his hand to me
Press a few thousand grams
Customers constantly call me
Stay firm and unknown
The devil extends his hand to me
Press a few thousand grams
Customers constantly call me
Stay firm and unknown
The devil extends his hand to me
Press a few thousand grams
Customers constantly call me
Stay firm and unknown

Nothing changes (nothing at all)
Burn my kilo bag because it has a mock in the sixth floor
My Nike Shox carry my stuff (yes)
That means, if the cop stops me, then what? (What?)
What if the police catch me? (Huh?)
Until then, keep pressing until the rubber band bursts (keep going, keep going)
I carry a hundred grams of Nak under my sack (brrt)
Why do I do such a thing? Because the dough is scarce (wah-wah, wah-wah)
Radical Flow, the devil asks for a dance
Keep pressing, keep building my customer base (yes-yes, yes-yes)
Stay on the lookout, hot climate (aha)
Loop my songs (okay, okay, okay)
Sandra, Angelina gets naked after skiing

Gu-gu-, look, I roll up casually and puff a Bubaner
When it comes to dough, I'm a fox like Kurama
You keep swallowing the bill from Klarna

The devil extends his hand to me (aha, aha)
Press a few thousand grams (ouch, ou-ouch)
Customers constantly call me
Stay firm and unknown
The devil extends his hand to me (brr)
Press a few thousand grams (press, press)
Customers constantly call me (ouch)
Stay firm and unknown (ouch-ouch, ouch-ouch)
The devil extends his hand to me
Press a few thousand grams (ouch-ouch, ouch-ouch)
Customers constantly call me
Stay firm and unknown (ey)

Plainclothes police also recognizable in the shadows (yes, yes, yes)
La police is on my neck again (brrr)
With KGs in fitness bags
If you talk like that, you have to do it too (you have to)
I hear the line crack (okay?)
I immediately end my phone call (ah, oh, okay)
I always change my barrio to the beat (Wey, wey, wey)
And if I see a gap, I get my Hak (always, always)
R-R-, R-A-Q-I (yes, yes), salute, asahbi
Head is gone, I need dough
Better do what I tell you (better, believe me)
Okay, you press a few kilos, Akhi (aha)
You're hard, thirty-six on the card, make it red or black (wey, wey, wey, wey)
Show me your barrio and give me your hash (everything, give it to me)
Hook on the temple, we flatten you (tak, tak, tak, tak)
Look, I roll up casually and puff a Bubaner

When it comes to dough, I'm a fox like Kurama
You keep swallowing the bill from Klarna

The devil extends his hand to me (okay)
Press a few thousand grams (wey, wey, wey, wey, wey)
Customers constantly call me
Stay firm and unknown (yes, yes)
The devil extends his hand to me (ey)
Press a few thousand grams
Customers constantly call me (wey-wey, wey-wey)
Stay firm and unknown
The devil extends his hand to me (wey-wey, wey-wey)
Press a few thousand grams
Customers constantly call me
Stay firm and unknown

The devil

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