SE ENDIABLA
AK4:20
GETS DEVILISH
He, Four Twenty
And if I invite you to see Paris
We listen to my songs
We smoke a couple of blunts
And I start asking about you
I'm ready for you, and you're ready for me
And if I invite you to see Paris
We listen to my songs
We smoke a couple of blunts
And I start asking about you
I'm ready for you, and you're ready for me
Tell him, that I already gave you
That I also cried, but that I also laughed
Now they told me they saw you around
Lack of love sickness and messing around unhappy
Poor devil, they say you're good
But when you suffer with your friend, you get devilish
She goes out on the street until the sun rises
Big booty and she's in a miniskirt
And she burns, a lot of weed to drown the sorrows
I invite you to India but Cartagena
You follow me, I follow you mommy, that's the motto
On the dance floor, dance until your legs burn
And no one collaborates
Smoking blunts with blackberry cream flavor
The problem with the others, they stop the signal
We drink down hundreds of bottles, you have me in a taboo
And you got all diva because you can
She gets pretty and looks like Barbie
That Cardi's ass
She likes Candy from Chencho and Maldi
In bed, she kills it and always anti the fools
I'm your L-gante, mommy I'm your dandy
She's beautiful, Gyana said a Whiskey with Red Bull
So you stick to my pelvis, sounds cool to me
I've known you since before school
You're crazy with papers and your friend follows your mood
Mommy, you're cool (Four Twenty)
And if I invite you to see Paris
We listen to my songs
We smoke a couple of blunts
And I start asking about you
I'm ready for you, and you're ready for me
And if I invite you to see Paris
We listen to my songs
We smoke a couple of blunts
And I start asking about you
I'm ready for you, and you're ready for me
Poor devil, they say you're good
But when you suffer with your friend, you get devilish
She goes out on the street until the sun rises
Big booty and she's in a miniskirt
He, Four Twenty
Or 4:20 as you say
Tell me Leo yeah
Tell me Moustache
The R1, hey
Poor, Devil
