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Eh, yo'
Wuh!
Bad Cantorez, son of a bitch
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, baby
This is not music, it's a drug
Yeah, yeah
Neuquén, Argentina
Oh, Cutral Có
San Martín de los Andes
We're back, man
Yeah, yeah
This is not music, it's a drug

Huh, all for nothing
So much searching, never found the fucking place where they kept the bullshit
A thousand laughs in the wrong caravan
It's another dawn slipping away in the waterfall
It's another one that I send on this pass
On the go, opening the envelope of the letters
He made it so long just to
Tell me enough, that's enough for me, I got the point

I took distance, I'll see what will happen tomorrow
I'm calm, seeing that you're worried
Confused in your victory, undeserved and forgotten
Almost destroyed for playing the same move on me
Wanting to vomit on the pillow
Wanting to improvise some tough bars
I'm a weed, the 13, the bad face
I'll win if they let me spread my wings

If you come to my house, baby, no one will know
We'll hit it off to make you move your hips (haha, baby)
We went to the party, drunk on the road
We stopped on the sidewalk to drink what we have left (bitch)
Baby, I don't care, I just want to see you (oh, damn)
Your heart is a safe
I have the key to make you hot
I also feel what you feel (you feel me?)
I come from the street like a stray dog (oh)
Baby, light that fire (oh) the southerners came (haha)
They don't know about this, man, if they want I'll teach them
They want to get into the game but they're not in the guild (no, man)
She's a flirt, skinny as a shotgun (wuh!)
But her ass and tits look like they're from another planet
Don't mess with us, my Clicka is respected
If you're talking shit, man, take off the mask (prr)

It's late in the street
MDB will always sound
Thugs from Alto Valle
That shit won't change
It's late in the street
MDB will always sound
Thugs from Alto Valle
That shit won't change

I'm free, a tiger
Young with attitude, insensitive
Guns of all calibers
Child raised in a humble neighborhood
Xanax in the glass and glug-glug
This sounds in your hood
Troca is the new school
MD in a tube, at night I'll surely make the boom-boom sound
Come and I made your bitch come
I met her tongue, she ended up giving me a truce

Life, bitch, they don't lock me up for nothing
Addicted to war and to be between her legs
Fuck off, drugs inside a kiosk
I admit it, I'm going crazy
Money maker, I'm a Lucas seeker
And your group blows necks, all fake, sons of bitches

My G's are smoking cheese while weighing g's
My bitch fills me with kisses when I smoke weed
Believe, I'm still fresh and free, man, fuck police
My team drops drugs on the mic, OG white gang
I'm clean, baby, I dream chill, I do it to live
A thousand dollars to invest and I make seven thousand

Ey, king I already am from kid, I play with my Click
For real, through the neighborhood, prim', now we're pimping
Fine style, I LOVE the street, my nigga
I already grew marijuana and put it in the game
I took out more money because I know I can
I smoke it with my black, we elevate ourselves to heaven
For real, man, you already know, I have what I want
My movement playing on the ghetto speakers
Playing through the neighborhood, turning the whole world around
Bardero$ Clicka playing, the hood dances, what's new?

It's late in the street
MDB will always sound
Thugs from Alto Valle
That shit won't change
It's late in the street
MDB will always sound
Thugs from Alto Valle
That shit won't change