What happened, are you scared?
Drop the sound that the hood likes
Colombian babe, what I like is that thug face of yours
Welcome to Argentina, the land of Maradona
Of fernet, of asado, fashion maker
The mate, the folklore, whether they fight or run
Come on, cousin, that it's now
Hello, what's up? Good day
I am fancy fine, I just got back from the tour
I was doing two hundred, speeding in the little Gol down the avenue
With a face like 'what are you staring at'
Or in case you didn't know, I know that they picture it
She isn't horny, no, she's crazy horny
She was wicked and now she's super devilish
My favorite food is delicious
I'm singing explicit lyrics in her ear
For the hitwomen, what I give is pounding
Fools with fools and devils with she-devils
Whoever crosses in the middle, I rip his leg off
My homies dance cumbia with their brains in samba
I added a new day to the week so that they don't cut the vibe
I spray perfume, I match my outfit so that they see how I'm rolling
She asks me for ransom and I give it to her
Call your friend so that she hops on the bus
She smokes with a zombie face
And if they ask why
It's because she has some flowers
Her hips break you in half
She isn't horny, no, she's crazy horny
She was wicked and now she's super devilish
My favorite food is delicious
I'm singing explicit lyrics in her ear
I have outfits in all colors
I have perfume with rich scents
I cook for her with many flavors
We drop another track, dude, nderakore
If I call, they all report with the portable
For that I am agile, the anti-fool
I stay alert and in the street I'm skilled, versatile
If they look for war with us, the shots are all free
They'll hear shots from the back to the mast, that's how it is
I am a mix of Los Pibes Chorros and Damas Gratis
That in the Turreo Sessions a real thug was missing
What happened, are you scared?
They are keyboard crooks
And let that be clear, full-on since we were minors
For the hood girls kisses and for the suckers bursts of shots, b*tch