Se pone mínima
Llegó y se arrima, me pide perico y le damo morfina
El chico me mira, no tiene mi vida
Tus chicos me tiran por pura envidia
Más de una milla los ojos me brillan
Arriba del mamba con toda la vibra
No lo creía, me dio mucha risa
La vi con mi amigo donde me gemía (Wow)
Se limpia los dientes
Me grita urgente se pone demente
Que quiere más fuerte quiere más verdes
Quiere tenerme que sea su sirviente
Entonces la dejo en este
Se moja y se viene
Si vas a tirarme mejor no lo intentes
Yo se lo que digo no te conviene
Este detiene y se pone de frente
Si hablas de más te vas a callar
Te vamos a ahogar con mucho kerosene
No voy a jugar, esto es verdad
Dejemos el rap chico no te calientes
Te tumbo los dientes no seas referente
Saludos me llamo tú muerte
Trato la pista como fiesta cara
Vestido de gala tatuajes de ala
Zapatos son Prada el estilo Valhalla
Jala Jala el humo exhala
El padrino sentado en la sala nunca la encestaba
Siempre ganaba el micro estallaba
Tú baby cara de resbala subiendo al impala
Zarpado bengala el tigre de Guatemala
Con coca se traba, hasta esta fecha
Ya nadie me para
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Wow Lyrics English
It gets minimal
She arrived and crosses, asks me Perico and Damo Morfina
The boy looks at me, he doesn’t have my life
Your boys throw me by pure envy
More than one mile my eyes shine
Above mamba with all the vibrate
I didn’t believe it, he gave me a lot of laughter
I saw her with my friend where she groaned (wow)
She cleans her teeth
She shouts urgently she gets insane
That she wants stronger she wants more green
He wants to have me his servant
Then I leave it in this
She gets wet and comes
If you are going to throw me better, don’t try
I know what I say does not suit you
This stops and puts ahead
If you talk about more you are going to shut up
We are going to drown you with a lot of kerosene
I will not play, this is true
Let’s leave the small rap, don’t hot
Tumbo your teeth are not a reference
Greetings my death my death
Treat the track as a face face
Wing tattoos gala dress
Shoes are the Valhalla style
Jala pull the smoke exhala
The godfather sitting in the room never brought her
She always won the micro exploded
You baby sickle face up to Impala
BLAKED BENGALA EL TIGRE DE GUATEMALA
With coca it locks, until this date
No one stops
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