(Es el Maydon)
It's Wicked Outside
Rio control, Rio control

So they know how we throw it down
Since fifteen years old with radios and AKs
Dressed as marines, soldier attire
I die laughing when I see the tied-up ones
High as hell, rolling through Manhattan
Or I pull up to private parties with Nata
Chains with baguettes look stupid on me
If I didn't hit the ball, I sent it further
Full of diamonds, driving new cars
Bodyguards protect us with short guns
I also carry a leg and with my short one in hand
And with that, I quickly take people down

I have connections, I'm at a hundred
I have bills like I'm Bruce Wayne
For the dunes, I pull up to Chicali
Smoking weed like Bob Marley
Ma-Marley, commandos guard us in the houses
I also have friendships with the baddest in the plaza
The vest on tight like in GTA V
And you know with the damn gun, I jump in
From Richie with a red cut, limited edition
You can see the badge, I put on Prada glasses
Life became easy overnight
And I just light one up while "Punta Cana" plays

To hell, like Tony Montana
Smoking Fly, marijuana joints
To hell, morning came
An Argentine, I wake up in bed
Well, we're not clowns and we're not playing
And we carry the damn guns here to fire them
Well, we're not clowns and we're not playing
And we carry the damn guns here to fire them

Pa'-pa'-pa'-pa',-to fire them
Pa'-pa'-pa'-pa',-to fire them

A Jacob on the right and a pulse on the other wrist
Order more substances because this is just starting
My rosary shines bright and I have two or three chains
I spend the money to see if it fills me inside
I'm bored of the Chuckys, I have more
Come here, cutie, I'm going to give you crunch, matarile-rilero
We came out well from the convoy, pure action figures

Crazy, I fuck your hole, say, "No"
Fifty in the Lou' Vuitton, twenty-five in the Lux
Tell me if you can, I think not
Make way, here comes the bad guy, don't be scared, boo
Make way, here comes the bad guy, don't be scared
Make way, here comes the bad guy, don't be scared, boo
Boo, boo, boo, haha
Boo

To hell, like Tony Montana
Smoking Fly, marijuana joints
To hell, morning came
An Argentine, I wake up in bed
Well, we're not clowns and we're not playing
And we carry the damn guns here to fire them
Well, we're not clowns and we're not playing
And we carry the damn guns here to fire them

Pa'-pa'-pa'-pa',-to fire them
Pa'-pa'-pa'-pa',-to fire them

Pa'-pa'-pa'-pa',-to fire them
Pa'-pa'-pa'-pa',-to fire them

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