MISSION 10 (feat. Alan Gomez)
Callejero Fino
MISSION 10 (feat. Alan Gomez)
If the keyboard sounds, Callejero Fino sounds
And if you like the thugs
I wonder why the other one is so fake
She tells me cell phone, because I give her contact
I put it in, take it out
She wants to smoke weed
And I've been coming for crazy days
I know those habits
Then they paint you in the videos and photos
She wants to smoke weed
And I've been coming for crazy days
I know those habits
Then they paint you in the videos and photos
None support
Your girl likes me and I love her
There are many singers, but, like me, they don't sing
If we don't go to the street, I know they get stuck
Bad reputation and good life, I always go cool
I know they want to bring me down and there's no cheese for the rats
They're all talk and mine are all action
I know they want to bring me down and there's no cheese for the rats
They're all talk and mine are all action
Listen up, for the girls kisses and for the fools bursts
Big smile, Chinese eyes, a jug of wine
Entering the hideout with the cousins making noise
Although a couple look at us, we don't care
It seems they're hurt, tough luck, buddy
I have an expensive sound like crocodile skin
I have the purest lyrics like the shine of a sapphire
I have a really pretty girl who shoots you down
Also bad news, the one who shoots at me, I ruin him
She wants to smoke weed
And I've been coming for crazy days
I know that habit
Then they paint you in the videos and photos
She wants to smoke weed
And I've been coming for crazy days
I know that habit
Then they paint you in the videos and photos
And if you like the thugs
I wonder: Why is the other one so fake?
She tells me cell phone, because I give her contact
I put it in, take it out
She asks me for touch, touch, touch
In bed I kill it, touch, touch
She asks immediately, touch, touch
I'm devilish and mischievous, touch, touch
They make RKT and they're good, but not that much
DJ Alan Gome'
I'm CF, baby
Listen up
For the girls kisses and for the fools bursts, bitch
7-2-3
Sincerely, the band of the millions
Don't let anything get to you, huh?
There it is, bro, pass me the fire