RAPIÑA (Barracudas #3) (feat. Cruz Cafuné)

Yah, uoh
Yah, hey
Yah, ah, yeah
Cruzzi, Bejo
92
Secret, watchu doing foo?
Uoh-uoh

I commissioned Bejo a drawing
I'm not going to sell it even though I know its value well
In ten years it will appreciate
And I never plan to remove it from the living room
I'm the man, pass me the ball

Flight attendant, where's my rum?
I board with a gold record in flip-flops and sunglasses
God gave me a gift
Just by looking I know who's a traitor
And who here sucks me better
And from experience, the one who betrays and sucks is usually the same bastard

I'm like The Mago Pop
You're stinking, change the diaper
It's all messed up, it's all stopped like the cows from Alehop

Bejotam, don't expect me to stop
I went with the girl and everything is fine
I made a career drawing penises
And you made yours by sucking penises, no, oh

Uoh-uoh
God gave me a gift
Under fifteen meters lung diving, uh
If I paint with my feet and write with my hands imagine what I can do with my

Damn, you're losing it
A month in Madrid is making me sad
You take your woman to an Italian
To eat breadsticks and drink the water, right?
What did you do, bro?
That's your gift, being a big mouth
Ha

They ask me if Cuco is mad
Today he got paid, imagine when he's really mad
They ask me if Nano is high, he's not on drugs, imagine high

I'm not Nelson Mandela, I told off those who didn't treat me well
I'm not Mahatma Gandhi, lower my dick, I've had a tough day
922-928, I won't tell you the last numbers
If I have someone answering emails, why do you want to talk shit with me?

922-928 I have it tattooed until I die
I don't care if they record me drunk
We never put away our phones at my parties
Golden watch, different spheres, photos with flash, you only see chains
If someone Googles chlamydia on your computer all the results come out in purple

Purple dick, fucking all weekend
Drinking Aquarius, I'm stretching
What kind of bar is that? Bejo, you're a brute
Don't bother me for a vice I have

Bruum
I shift into fifth and recline the chair
It's not a sauna, it's a huge blunt
Fuck you, I don't do rap for humor
You take yourself so seriously that even Eugenio laughs at you and that wasn't your intention

You're a fucking selfish, you're a fool
It seems like I'm always going to rap, me, me, me
Captain Kidd in the rider, always two per show
I fuck her on top of the piano and it sounds
Fuck, it's Cruz, who are you?

Yeah, that's what I thought
Then not a word
I'm Bejo, don't give me advice
I don't want to hear them, I want your cone

I don't wear sunglasses with family or friends
You've never seen me without them on so then shut up
Don't tell me stories that you've never fought in your damn life
You're not Santo or Jacobo but you're still all spaced out
Psst

Work, get, you know how it goes
In the choco parking lot my dogs are flipping it back
Win, spend, vices I can't quit
Only one speaks the truth

Yeah, Cruzzi Cafu here
Nina have the dream
Grandma Nina have a dream
Bejo have a dream