D.R.O.G.A

Ah, ah
Ba-Ba-Bardero$ click, black
Yeh, yes
We're kind of drugged
Eh, dude
Dedicated to all the guys (oh, yao)
Who waste their lives (oh)

We're driving all the fair (yes, yes)
Bardero$ doesn't know misery
Night of terror, day of comedy (oh, yes)
And in the afternoon we're just serious people (okay)
We do business with all the guys
Sometimes a hundred come, other times thousands come (Jah)
We have drugs even in Achilles' heel
The damn police doesn't even chase us anymore (no, no)
Crazy life but on the surface (on the surface)
One gram for 500 on a single paper
We still have a long way to go
We're going to be more remembered than Gardel (-ardel)
Surely those bitches can't stand us (oh, woh, woh)
Keeping their money gives me pleasure (oh, yao)
Drugs are just something nice to sell
Although I want to drink it until I grow old

Haha, yeh, dude
Yeah, we're here (until we grow old)
We're here, black (black)
This is not music, it's drugs (Bardero$ Clicka)
Yao, this is not music, it's drugs
(This is not music, it's drugs)

I'm high on the street with a lot of drugs on my feet
It's just drugs and it sounds like this, son of a bitch (son of a bitch)
Spitting on the mic with the shit I've lived
Here it's only Realshit, son of a bitch
I learned it over time, black say I lied
My click always sold it, son of a bitch
I won't invent it, I already saw it, if they speak badly of three
Ask if it wasn't one of my bitches
Fuck the shit, Barders Click arrives late
Coming in hotter than your mother's pussy
What's up, father, are they looking at us badly? (bad)
We attack and sell wherever we can
Let them come to shoot us, or do they only know how to talk?
Buy and sell for 50, baby, this shit is real
I swear on mom, your bitch is going to call me
We've left another work, black, I'm going to get high

They're Bardos Click, sons of bitches
De-de-showing all-all-all
De-de-making everything clear, eh
This is not music, it's drugs
Ha, two thousand and-two thousand and something