Yeah
A-A
Wow, I'm stuck in your head like I'm a virus
AWA the mafia my nigga
L-U-V

In your head like I'm a virus
My writings are legendary, ancient like on papyrus
I was sitting in the bus shelter, the poison becomes virulent
We're approaching Nibiru, my brothers are selling 10 streets away
Cold like Antarctica and my hat looks like Beerus
My verses are fantastic as if I'm at war with Hirule
I save the princess and my guys, full of weed, it's legal
Great war, we escape on a boat, I'm making phases

Do the deals, telegram, vatos
I know the treasure is protected by a castle and guards
In the car, we leave calmly
You're the most beautiful we've seen, you'll have to give your at sign
Flowers have wilted under my steps like a shinigami
Just before they end my life, I send forty bottles of syrup
Son of a bitch, you have nothing to polish, get out when you hear the sirens
Only for you that I have esteem, cigarettes and a pack of slim

They lost their soul
Run, lost without reason
Esteem, because I have the hand, fly (everything)
The pockets are as big as an elephant
What we love is counting the sums
For the robbery I have the fire and the senses
But it tells about death with elegance
They lost their soul
Run, lost without reason
Because I have the hand, fly (everything)
The pockets are as big as an elephant
What we love is counting the sums
For the robbery I have the fire and the senses
But it tells about death with elegance

We smoke together, you're looking for death
Sometimes I feel you want it, we don't sell weed anymore
And don't wait in line anymore, and buy it right away
And for the cash, we're always chasing it
We fall, the light separates the shadows
We smoke the shit in the dark
I smoke a pillar of the Parthenon,
I saw your tears flowing, don't tell me it's good

Don't think I'm going to miss the opportunity
Don't think I'm going to miss the opportunity, everything's stuck in cellophane
Beep in the cell phone, at parties, we please women
I found you in the valley, I'm going to teach you how to talk to ladies
I'm like Harry on the broom, I have the ce-for to Cleopatra
Need to fill suitcases, his mother, go to work

It smokes, all my friends hang out where the smoke is sold
It smokes, all my friends hang out where the smoke is sold
It smokes, all my friends hang out where the smoke is sold
The whores sell everything as long as the money is taken
In a second, death, it's right in front
There are more people dying if there are no gloves
I blame time, look how the bench wears out
Sadness and the sky plays the pan flute

They lost their soul
Run, lost without reason
Because I have the hand, fly (everything)
The pockets are as big as an elephant
What we love is counting the sums
For the robbery I have the fire and the senses
Tell about death with elegance
They lost their soul
Run, lost without reason
Because I have the hand, fly (everything)
The pockets are as big as an elephant
What we love is counting the sums
For the robbery I have the fire and the senses
But it tells about death with elegance

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