L-Gante (BZRP Music Sessions #38)

Eh
L-Gante keloké
Bizarrap, record this villarap
(Cumbia 4:20 for the black)

If she lets me know, I'll be there in five, because she knows how I am
Her cat doesn't satisfy her, so she calls me and I go
Asks me to do it all, all, all
While I roll another co-co-co-co-co

And I start right away
While smoking at the party, she kills it
I give her a kiss so she gets on
Without knowing why, she has no competition, eh

Two Tetra Brik
A jug and sipping on Rick
We're with Biza, in the villa, a little bit
The toughest ones having a drink, moving the bricks

A beach chair and an umbrella
All the cool cats in the chapel
We don't buy with the rags here
And at night, in the car, the ropes shine

Come on, chick, dare, the one who goes all in has arrived
We met on the networks, but we went off track
My combete always active, buddy, 24/7
Always where there are no witnesses, I keep going hot

(Zero-Zero) Zero nonsense
Hanging out on the corner, with the big guys and the girls
I don't disrespect, don't mess with me
I don't get involved, I let them walk (let them walk)

If she lets me know, I'll be there in five, because she knows how I am
Her cat doesn't satisfy her, so she calls me and I go
Asks me to do it all, all, all
While I roll another co-co-co-co-co

And I start right away
While smoking at the party, she kills it
I give her a kiss so she gets on
Without knowing why, she has no competition, eh

Two Tetra Brik
A jug and sipping on Rick
We're with Biza, in the villa, a little bit
The toughest ones having a drink, moving the bricks

I poke the ruchi
Three demijohns in the inflatable pool
A grill and chinchu in the barbecue
The rochos joseamo' until we're millo', through the hallways

I feel like the king
While the chiripi burns, we explode a riot
The black guys in leather, cumbia to the rin-tin-tin
Since we started, we've already finished, with my team

My neighborhood goes all in
The chicks twerking, shaking the rosquete
Hanging a twin from an XT-T
I blow the hat off the bigote'-te'

Here in the west, we're really raw
We're tough guys often
We do what no one else could
If they talk too much, we leave them speechless, I swear

If she lets me know, I'll be there in five, because she knows how I am
Her cat doesn't satisfy her, so she calls me and I go
Asks me to do it all, all, all
While I roll another co-co-co-co-co

Cu-Cu-Cumbia 4:20 for the black
L-Gante keloké
Villarap (Bizarrap), eh
This is not lyrics, it's routine
From the most ridiculous to the finest
From the neighborhood, Argentina
Breaking the stage
Killing the league