Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou

I'm walking with the baby
Flash of vovo, it's the hood
There are good ones, there are sons of bitches
But that's how it is, it's the hood
That it makes strollers
It drives me crazy, I don't know who it is
You're nice in the street
In T-Max, you act like the matrix

Tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-tou

Oh, la, la, yeah miss, , holà
La, la, what are you doing alone here, here
La, la, I have a big car
La, la, let me know where we're going
Oh, la, la, she's cute
La, la, she's so pretty
La, la, but he didn't want her anymore
La, la, and she wanted to leave

They're talking behind my back
They're talking behind my back, ah
Like chatterboxes at the bar
Only Escobar's sons
She's pretty even the next morning
Super cute in her pyjamas
I forbid you to talk about my girl
I forbid you to talk about my mamma

I'm walking with the baby
Flash of vovo, it's the hood
There are good ones, there are sons of bitches
But that's how it is, it's the hood
That it makes strollers
It drives me crazy, I don't know who it is
You're nice in the street
In T-Max, you act like the matrix

Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-tou

Ouh, I think I make them jealous with what I have
I don't care, we did everything together
Ouh, and now you're acting like a thug
Ouh, tonight I forget everything
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tonight, I forget everything
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou

I'm walking with the baby
Flash of vovo, it's the hood
There are good ones, there are sons of bitches
But that's how it is, it's the hood
That it makes strollers
It drives me crazy, I don't know who it is
You're nice in the street
In T-Max, you act like the matrix

Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-tou

Ouh, she's coquette, mademoiselle, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
She needs to take care of herself, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, she calls you "mi amor", oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
She has a golden heart, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

There are good ones, it's the hood
There are traitors, it's the hood
Troubles, it's the hood
Police raids, it's the hood
Stolen bikes, it's the hood
The moulons, it's the hood
The liars, it's the hood
The jail, it's the hood

I'm walking with the baby
Flash of vovo, it's the hood
There are good ones, there are sons of bitches
But that's how it is, it's the hood
That it makes strollers
It drives me crazy, I don't know who it is
You're nice in the street
In T-Max, you act like the matrix

Tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-tou

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