Fondo Perdido

And now (Hahaha)
This is truly the moment we've all been waiting for
It's time... presenting the heavyweight undisputed champion of the world, Iron Mike Tyson

We take off your clothes, we ain't designers (Wait)
I rev up the bike like a rider
Jumping around, looks like Taylor (Go, go)
I roll with wolves that eat the dance moves

Wanna come? Then try (Prr)
From Florida, coming for the priests (Pa-paw)
Like a Marine, military
And for the missions, my name is "Kayler" (Skrrt, skrrt)

Truckers pass the boat (Boat)
Or stealthy in the woods
Change your face, you ain't tough
To take you out, I already noted (Ha)

She tells me: Let’s go to the hotel
Looking at me, she makes me want it
Move that ass so I can smack it
Wants to put me down like I'm a coyote (Okay)

My band— doesn’t run (Run)
And if thunder sounds, may God help you (-corre)
I'm a soldier, I erased your boss (Erased)
I'm with the Ca—, since we were kids

From grams we moved to melons (-lone')
Without a tongue, they stay, suck-ups
You ain't tougher just 'cause you got millions
They want to deal with me

But first, pass through the O—
Blind— for a show, lost ground
I nail them solo—
Never high, always go low (Go low)

With the burger like a cowboy (Pi-pi)
Through Barcelona with a Honda
Through Germany, I’m in the Royce (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I don’t compete with these toys

—With the BJ, Iniesta plays like Oka Jay
When I escape, I feel like Ney
If they ask for war, I feel like a king
I get home but without keys
I mock statutes of the law
You rub my ego, just hit play
I got two tolas, I don’t play Play (No)

We take off your clothes, we ain't designers (Skrrt, skrrt)
I rev up the bike like a rider
Jumping around, looks like Taylor
I roll with wolves that eat the dance moves

Wanna come? Then try
From Florida, coming for the priests (Grr)
Like a Marine, military
And for the missions, my name is Kayler (Pa-Paw)

Blind— for a show, lost ground
I nail them solo, Moscow
Never high, always go low (Go low)
With the burger like a cowboy (Cowboy)

Through Barcelona with a Honda
Through Germany, I’m in the Royce (Haha)
I don’t compete with these toys
My band doesn’t run

And if thunder sounds, may God help you
I'm a soldier, I erased your boss
I'm with the Ca—, since we were kids
From grams we moved to melons (Crack)

Without a tongue, they stay, suck-ups
You ain't tougher just 'cause you got millions
They want to deal with me
But first, pass through the O—