Llegamos Al Club (feat. Natos y Waor)

Hands up, we arrived at the club
I drop by in the Bima, pull up
I stand on the corner and don't speak
I take your girl, fuck love
Hands up, we arrived at the club
We have the line, Pablo
This is for the girls and for the block
For my family, my blood

In this shit I'm the broadsword
With a devil, and she's dressed in Prada
Tell me lies to my face
We'll see each other at the exit, there are no more tickets
This shit is good and very expensive
If you want me to come back, wait sitting
You know the notes of my pentagram
And you always call me when you feel like it
She was good but she wasn't good
I drank her poison at the right time
Get wet with fire and that burns
I have more money, more problems
I have no time, only sorrow
A tear fell on the sand
Give joy to my body, Macarena
And hang on my neck like a chain (hey)

Hands up, we arrived at the club
I drop by in the Bima, pull up
I stand on the corner and don't speak
I take your girl, fuck love
Hands up, we arrived at the club
We have the line, Pablo
This is for the girls and for the block
For my family, my blood

However you want, I go outside to look for the coin
I'm going to enjoy the little time I have left
As long as I can and feel like making money my way
I'm going to release the fire I have in my veins in every bar
Go ahead, baby, go ahead, mama
There are no more chances, no more sorrow
There's no more time or place to dodge the problems, right?
If they want to lock me up, I won't confess
Because if I do that, God won't forgive me
There's no period
I leave the story unfinished
Thinking like I think is thinking like an animal
I've always been the same
Why do I have to change?
Twenty-four hours living in darkness
Fuck that, in the neighborhood cooking my puree
With the herb on the bike, dodging the law
Ask me if I'm flexing, again the MDB
A gram of white gold awaits me at the hotel

Give me a call and we'll see each other later
One of Molly in the purse (hey)
Pure Gin Tonic, I throw a drink on the floor (hey)
This is for my homies, for my hoodlums
Runnin', runnin', leather seats
I feel like Colin whenever I accelerate
I feel like Kobe playing small forward
Because we're ballin' (ballin'), gasoline and fire (pam, pam)
I know how to make money and also hit rock bottom
Where's the party? The gold dust has arrived
Hoarse with my crew, the mess is on
My G's take pills as if it were popcorn (oh, oh, oh)
And boom, run, move your neck with the bass drum
Gold chains, like blacks in Compton
This shit turns me on
So turn up the volume until you go deaf (yeah, yeah)

Hands up, we arrived at the club
I drop by in the Bima, pull up
I stand on the corner and don't speak
I take your girl, fuck love
Hands up, we arrived at the club
We have the line, Pablo
This is for the girls and for the block
For my family, my blood (my blood; wuh)

Motherfucka'
I don't see law, wants Bombay
She's like Franky, always drinking K (K)
Bitches all day (day), who's your king? (Who?)
Six in the afternoon, I just woke up
Okay, the street is burning
Better shoot, boy, or don't talk
I have many pills, my system is not assembly
Don't compare me to all those cowards (oh, oh, oh)
Kilos (kilos), drugs (drugs), many hoes (many hoes)
Your bitch in the club is moving it for me
Moving the drug (yes), she knows who I am (oh)
In the street they all shout at me: C.R. o!
But look at those motherfuckers, they want to steal my style
(Oh, they want to steal my style)
There's nothing to talk about here, so stay calm
(Wacho, stay calm)

Hands up, we arrived at the club
I drop by in the Bima, pull up
I stand on the corner and don't speak
I take your girl, fuck love
Hands up, we arrived at the club
We have the line, Pablo
This is for the girls and for the block
For my family, my blood