You need to make money, what's up, are you sleeping?
You owe money, and you're still going out
I sense you're fake so I pretend
You never know how to admit your faults

I love when she moves her body
Hooded in the Audi
You need to make money from Monday to Monday
You file a complaint or you shoot
You betray, it's death or nothing
I don't have a Gucci set
If it goes far, we bring out the tools

They carry people's balls
They think they're the next big thing
They pose with bottles on the weekend
They eat pasta all week
They carry people's balls
They think they're the next big thing
They pose with bottles on the weekend
They eat pasta all week

Only whores, they don't keep their promises
When you speak the truth, the real ones recognize it
They rap about the street that all the brothers know
You file a complaint or you carry your balls
Started from nothing like Felix Gallardo
Now, they bring out the Nardo gray RS3
If you don't have a weapon, big guy, take a turn
It's the right combination so let's repeat it
Since the time when they smoked in the block
For not one, there were bullets in the Glock
Ask the cousin if he talks, the prosecutor
We put them in a tri like the Lodbrok

The zone, the crazy ones
School, it's early
Jail, the dollars
The trendsetters
It's hot, the detail, they rob, they derail
They get on deals, goodbye if you cut
No more time to waste time, it's hot
They make me the big ones, they're only good at talking
Network managers, we're only good at mailing

They carry people's balls
They think they're the next big thing
They pose with bottles on the weekend
They eat pasta all week
They carry people's balls
They think they're the next big thing
They pose with bottles on the weekend
They eat pasta all week

Here cousin, I told you
There were only sons of bitches
And stop making me the matrixed
You don't have one, you don't have a reputation
Big sound in organized band
You won't go far if you don't have a goal
Flash of flavored car
Elbow at the window, I'm tasting
Hola, ¿qué tal? Come on, dale
Vodka, money, parquet, palace
Firecracker, balloon, stud in the living room
She in heels, she has the dalon

Uh-oh
They play bandits-oh
And they take long sentences
Disease-oh
Uh-oh
There's not a bliou
And they take long glasses
In the nightclub-oh
Send the files, we were showing off without being the bosses
They lift the crosses, they sell, they steal, they hit, they cheat

They carry people's balls
They think they're the next big thing
They pose with bottles on the weekend
They eat pasta all week
They carry people's balls
They think they're the next big thing
They pose with bottles on the weekend
They eat pasta all week

My beautiful, it's too much
So much that I can't find the words
Came from Ketama, it's hot
So much that I can't find the words
She makes my head spin
Her little smell makes me stupid
She makes me forget my ex
Or makes me go home, it's annoying
You drive me crazy, hello, hello, hello
Baby, you want, ándale
Honestly it's too much, too much, too much, too much
Really, I have to get carried away

It's tough, my buddy
Not a castle life
We want the whole cake
We don't want shattered parts
You see what you've done
There, you're heating up, come down
As if nothing happened
You call me back in December
You put everything at your place, don't play smart
To have bricks, you're going to stick to people
Pigeon, we have a mission, we are present
Wesh, so but without seeing his sister in prison

They carry people's balls
They think they're the next big thing
They pose with bottles on the weekend
They eat pasta all week
They carry people's balls
They think they're the next big thing
They pose with bottles on the weekend
They eat pasta all week

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