Malas Decisiones

Ey, I spend my time up high, gun on my waist and the best pass
Ladies with good looks swear they want everything with me
The best cure for my madness is a hit
Everyone in mischief, no friends, just bills

I walk sideways through everything consumed
A cold judgment for everything I've lived
I never forget who I am, always return to the nest
And Cupid forgets the arrow with me, damn!

I'm resentful, but only with myself
Because I'm the one to blame for everything that happened
I've been on the brink of death, heartbeats racing
Those who've been by my side have been witnesses

Ey, lazy and dangerous soldier
Always ready for action, don't pay attention to kids
I have solid partners in the business
With your fake people, son, I don't mix

That's right, daddy
Bipo Montana

Bad choices, very good wines
Daddy, don't cross my line, I have aim
Lost in excess, finding meaning
I feel like a butcher, daddy, killing pigs

Bad choices, very good wines
Daddy, don't cross my line, I have aim
Lost in excess, finding meaning
I feel like a butcher, daddy, killing pigs

Ey, representing RV from Cancun to LA
Nobody believed in me and look at all I achieved
Now just partying, they treat me like a king
All the mamas fall for me, bro, in Monterrey

I don't know what awaits me, why confuse them
My G's everywhere are killing it, no need to explain
Like why compare me to yours, all just talk
Until you see the McLaren in my block, stay alert

I don't want fame, baby, but thousands of hundreds
Drugs and my outfit are the same design
I never follow weird trends, you can have me in your dreams
They think they smoke the best without trying my weed

Bad choices, very good wines
Daddy, don't cross my line, I have aim
Lost in excess, finding meaning
I feel like a butcher, daddy, killing pigs

Bad choices, very good wines
Daddy, don't cross my line, I have aim
Lost in excess, finding meaning
I feel like a butcher, daddy, killing pigs