Slim Thugs (feat. C. Tangana y Fntxy)

[C. Tangana]
Never broke again
Now they talk to me formally
Don Perignon Moët
Chicks in the chalet
Dinners in the hot tub
That pussy tastes like strawberry
Kigo in Stussy tracksuit
I’m not mad, are you?
Ha, ha, ha
I feel like Juicy J
Young king Puchito
For those who know, right?
My fucking love for real
I’m chasing that million
I was down, but not anymore
I keep love for my homies
AGZ is all love
Sweat brought me here
Fuck the bling
I’m taking it to burn
This is the life I chose

[Fntxy]
We’re the face of the block
Superstar, my nigga, no rockers
If your girl hits me up in the comments
Why? 'Cause I got the touch
Nigga back, step back
Auto-tuned, so much swag
For me, this life is normal
Dressing room and more chicks
I got my honey, I got the phones
I got the drugs in all the drawers
I got my gang, motherfucker, that messes you up
Bring your mom, see how she gets down
I spend my money, break hearts
The one I like, I take her to the party
Nike on my runners
Shining teeth and big chains
A 2000 Cadi with the wheels shining
Wherever, white tee, all exaggerated
Always clean with the matched car
Step back, auto-tuned, so much swag

[Alemán]
Look who’s coming
A-L-E-M-A-N
Your crew’s scared
Just look at me
When the weed burns
On top of the BM
Homie, believe me
Your bitch wants some semen
4 XL just like the Eme
With the Mercedes, parked at the seven for more beer
In Madrid, it rains (in Madrid, it rains)
Just like in Baja Sur
The connect isn’t Bluetooth
Jumping and jumping, it’s not parkour
No more bottles, no Yakult
Here in the dirty south
With my crew until the coffin
All my crew lit from Houston to LA
But I’m in Mazatlán and these bitches want yay
So let’s go, run, hit the boulevard
Put on a corrido, homie, or something trap