LYRICS GAME

I have a neighbor that has a couple friends

That are coming tonight to hype things up

She dumped the boyfriend a couple days ago

And obviously tonight she's coming to dance

First things first

That pitcher of fernet needs ice

Second, we spark up

But how sweet we have it in January, eh-oh

Tonight we roll out in a caravan

Car slammed low down the Panamericana

A couple a**es, marijuana smoke

We’re chill, the weekend's here, eh-ah

We leave the hood lit

Nike outfit, visor, on the edge

He put on Locura and the party ignited

I ask you for cumbia, I say it real sharp

One, two, three, it stuck and I drop in

Let’s go to the dark to eat that nougat

If we wash it down with Dom Pérignon

And the floor lights up because it’s hot

I came with EL NOBA and we’re in party mode

From Uruguay to Florencio Varela

If the photo pops, today I ride the bike redlining

Let the ratchet girls report in

Summer night with the ratchets hand in hand

Her thing's real cool, we steal glances

If I go you know how we hit it

Always on one wheel, we cover the plate

This ain’t for kids, you’re warned

Locura, The La Planta, they’re pulling up here

That’s why EL NOBA shows up, got a couple kitties tinted

Don’t play the saint if you’re such a freak

And that kitty-kitty kills me-kills me

When she moves her a** with no shame

I grabbed her in the dark, thug style

She doesn’t buy fake, always goes for sure

And that kitty-kitty kills me-kills me

When she moves her a** with no shame

I grabbed her in the dark, thug style

She doesn’t buy fake, always goes for sure

And we roll out in a caravan, the bike’s on fire

Here the raws are always high-end

We’re full throttle with EL NOBA and The La Planta

With this combo they were left in their panties

The girl to the floor

She drops it low while smoking a skinny

She likes the boys who chase the edge

I never snitch, never fade, woh-oh-oh

Yeah, yeah

One more time

If it doesn’t hit you, it lifts you up

It’s EL NOBA and The La Planta

Uruguay, Argentina

‘If it doesn’t hit you, it lifts you up’ in the house

From Uruguay to Florencio Varela

You heard?

Locura Mix

The Mechas’ track

The real anthem, prra

Let that be clear