LYRICS GAME

L-Gante, what's up?

Bizarrap, record this slum rap

4:20 cumbia for the homies

If she hits me up, in five I'm there, because she knows how I am

Her dude can't satisfy her, so she calls me and I go

She asks me to do everythin', everythin', everythin' to her

While I cut another co-co-co-co-co

And I kick off on the spot-roque

While she smokes she kills it on the dance floor

I give her a kiss so that she climbs on

Without knowing why, she has no comp

Two Tetra Briks, a pitcher and slicing up the Rick

We roll with Biza, in the hood a tintín

The toughest ones sipping a puntín, moving the bricks

A deck chair and an umbrella

All the cats waiting in the chapel

Here we don't buy with the rakes

And at night in the ride the ropes shine

Come on, slut, get bold, 'cause the one that hits hardest just showed up

We crossed on the socials, but we went off the rails

My crew always active, bro, twenty-four seven

Always where there are no witnesses I keep going in hot

Zero-zero-zero whims

Chillin' on the corner with the big ones and the kids

I don't disrespect, so don't slip with me

I don't jump into the mess, I let them walk

If she hits me up, in five I'm there, because she knows how I am

Her dude can't satisfy her, so she calls me and I go

She asks me to do everythin', everythin', everythin' to her

While I cut another co-co-co-co-co

And I kick off on the spot-roque

While she smokes she kills it on the dance floor

I give her a kiss so that she climbs on

Without knowing why, she has no comp

Two Tetra Briks, a pitcher and slicing up the Rick

We roll with Biza, in the hood a tintín

The toughest ones sipping a puntín, moving the bricks

I pop the ruchi

Three demijohns in the Pelopincho

A grill and chinchu in the barbecue hut

The rochos hustle till we make mills through the halls

I feel like the king

While the chiripi burns we spark a riot

The homies shirtless, cumbia to the rin-tin-tin

Since we started we already put an end, with my team

My hood goes hard

The sluts twerking, shaking the ring

Hanging a twin from an XT T

I knock the cap off the moustaches-es

Here in the west we're super tough

We're thugs on the regular

We do what nobody could

If they talk too much we leave them mute, I swear

If she hits me up, in five I'm there, because she knows how I am

Her dude can't satisfy her, so she calls me and I go

She asks me to do everythin', everythin', everythin' to her

While I cut another co-co-co-co-co

Cu-cu-cumbia 4:20 for the homies

L-Gante, what's up?

Villa rap

This ain't lyrics, it's routine

From the most hood to the finest

From the barrio, Argentina

Smashing stages

Killing the league