Fondo de Bikini (feat. Marcianeke, Tunechikidd, Vishoko, Ovblack)

Yeah, yeah
Only, Only Perk
Water V-V-S

You guys are toads, your bitch jumps calling the surgeon
We're the monsters, we turn off your face, we all come out of the swamp
Fire like methane, Samaritan water
She follows me like Osama, Rihanna bitch you know I don't stop hoop

We shoot threes because we've raised the level, I pull
We're calling, you better answer the phone, worm
When they ask, say what you know about him, phallus
So we wake up and be ready for the shot

They pee, I live it up and you for Wii
You're a wiwi, we have a rifle that sounds
They pee, I live it up and you for Wii
You're a wiwi, we have a rifle that sounds pi-pi-pish

We're doing bunnies underwater like Bikini Bottom
The goats
Go crazy when I go all out running to the side in a bikini
Camaro soon the Lamborghinis, take off your jeans
Slowly, slowly getting handsy
Pulling what leaves you stepping on the cushions
Floating-Zendo floating we have the hit
In my room I have the goats all set
I take code' ready to tangle with the enemy son of the sweet potato
So run when I bump into you
We're the cut so take note
Like the goats my WhatsApp so she listens to my sticks
We're bosses for those who say I don't do trap I have it sticking rags
With deeds and no words I shut his mouth
While I open a beer, the cheap ends up being expensive
But now even the expensive became cheap
Throwing the rhyme until we sign a contract with rhyme, Ah
(For the baby for the street)

All-All-All the bullet go straight to your face
In the street and in music we are the stop
I have enemies who don't declare themselves
I have drugs, I have brothers who shoot
Now we have the street lit up
I walk down a road playing just for me
My brother Medin who takes care of me from hypocrisy
I have all the combs ready for war we're up to date
We have the hidden drugs and we're going to take all their merchandise, yeah
I am the golden pencil, the cut I have comes out through the pores
The club dancing the songs and the bitches in the street sounding like they're pissed off
The magical flaytes, the talk I have is full of plastic
With the pacifier and the snail comb
For the wimps who want to get into galactic
We're elegant, flayte and romantic
I put your cat on all fours from that pussy, baby, I'm a fanatic

(Hey, let's give them trouble, right? In the street we change your scheme)
They have to throw several they have too many
Money calls me and your bitch calls me
My team doesn't stop we're the stop
Pure damn passing through Zara
Polarize the ship with a mask
We're fucking the most expensive whores
They're collaborating, we've drawn the line
You guys are fools I have you in my sights
We're hard without throwing a line
Sooner or later the street aligns
I eat the money so we find it
With my partner we take a few kilos
We take them from the damn ones we turn them off
With pure? And that's what we stick to
I'm still humble they want me in the hood
With Tune we had a party in the hood
I know the Martian doesn't fold his pants
With Vishoko the one who charges yellow
We're ready tell me Aqua the mice
On every corner with a gun
They want to try their luck come down here
Chipetea the legs, prr

(This is Vishoko, bastard)
Soon I'll hit and we'll go to Europe
I'm by the river the troop is ready
The yellow gile' shut up
There's rap for the chickens we get in the truck
I remember the fakes who didn't support before
The team on the street always spits lava
I walk with God I don't sell my soul
I'm anti-Illuminati, God my soul
Dressed in Bulles the pocket weighs me down
The Ratis follow me and so does the princess
Is it because of the grass that tastes like strawberry
Or because of the kilos I have on the table
(Maybe it's because of the grass that tastes like strawberry
Or because of the kilos I have on the table
Ra-ra-Maybe it's because of the grass that tastes like strawberry
Or because of the kilos I have on the table)

You guys are toads, your bitch jumps calling the surgeon
We're the monsters, we turn off your face, we all come out of the swamp
Fire like methane, Samaritan water
She follows me like Osama, Rihanna bitch you know I don't stop hoop

We shoot threes because we've raised the level, I pull
We're calling, you better answer the phone, worm
When they ask, say what you know about him, phallus
So we wake up and be ready for the shot