Pastel

7AM
Bad weather, son of a bitch
(More Argentine than your damn cockade)
Yeah

I bring cake, bitch, I bring cake
Drugs on the table, smoke through the hotel
Cocaine in the ID and she smells like Chanel
Four nights without sleep, collecting my fee
I bring cake, bitch, I bring cake
Drugs on the table, smoke through the hotel
Cocaine in the ID and she smells like Chanel
Four nights without sleep, collecting my fee

My bitch is loose, powder to keep her alert
My boys breaking down your door, your bitch on offer
So much weed looks like a garden
My guys are behind bars
If they want Bombay, C.R.O gives them Bombay
My mind in the neighborhood, my body in the vibe
I sell you my shit, boys can't handle it
(I'm so high I can't even talk, man)
West Coast bitches watching their fresh ass
My boys playing basketball, yeah yo'
Attracted to the opposite, I think
To stand out from the rest, losing made us honest
Your bitch inhales, through the wingless street
Blood on the wall, the heart stops
There's nothing to hide, I go out to face it
They want to sell me the deal is very

I bring cake, bitch, I bring cake
Drugs on the table, smoke through the hotel
Cocaine in the ID and she smells like Chanel
Four nights without sleep, collecting my fee
I bring cake, bitch, I bring cake
Drugs on the table, smoke through the hotel
Cocaine in the ID and she smells like Chanel
Four nights without sleep, collecting my fee (H, H, H)

With a 357 I go in search of a package
And even though the cops watch us, they don't mess with our house
Because all our lyrics made them respect us
Because we have money, drugs, and a couple of toys
In the box, walking slow to give you an advantage
My paisas have full pockets and don't work
My brother cocaine and rohypnol, a genius who goes up and down
And the Mero Mero only shines the jewelry

I bring cake, bitch, I bring cake
Drugs on the table, smoke through the hotel
Cocaine in the ID and she smells like Chanel
Four nights without sleep, collecting my fee
I bring cake, bitch, I bring cake
Drugs on the table, smoke through the hotel
She smells like Chanel, she smells like Chanel or wasn't it like that?
Sorry, I forgot, the drugs make you desperate

Bad singers, sons of bitches
Yeah, negge
Shirtless through the neighborhood
For Joaquín, for Gonzalo
For Cutral Co, for Neuquén
For my people, for my mom
My brother and the criminals
Man, in love with the street