Fulete (feat. Brray, Luar La L y Ankhal)

The girls are tired of the romance
They want dollars, to be alone in their own world
The girls are tired of the romance
They get a tattoo and want to be tough

They want to be tough
They want to be tough

Pretty, yeah
A bad bitch when she gets into it
On the side, the ki, we come halfway
A tussi that gives us sinusitis

You have to pay to have the meeting
In a low voice, breaking the city
Catalyna is also the titi
She works (shh-shh), shoots (buh)

She hides the drugs and sells them more expensive (coco?)
So she doesn't squeeze my ass on her face
Designer, doesn't dress from Zara
Wherever she stands, it's expensive (sheesh)

The baby doesn't run pigeons
She puts the X and not the Chrome
Yesterday she asked if we are or we are not
And at the club, she paid all the bills in rum, yeah

Agh
That's why I eat her and let her go
Your money doesn't matter to her
Without a meeting, she has it, she can't stand it (sheesh)

(The girls are tired of the romance)
(They want dollars and to be alone in their own world)

Go, ma', go, ma', twerk me
Put that ass in my mouth
Waist like a Corona bottle
I like her bitchy heart

But I love her mouth
For how she sucks, yeah
She gets wet and the drops come
When I pass my hands over the area

The baby got tired of the romance
And asked me to export guns and kilos (kilos)
Yeah, through the airport
To Argentina, then Puerto Rico

Now, what I'm going to do is give you the finger
If you start offering her rings
She cut her nails shorter
To be comfortable, to be able to pull the trigger, bitch

Fuck the prince charming, the princess bought a fulete
And killed the dragon in the castle
Everyone is crazy to nail it
But she doesn't let any Bob the Builder hit her with the hammer, if there's no shine

Come on, to pass the brush
I have the phone without battery
But if she posts a photo
The screen brightness goes up

That pussy is eating the pants
And behind it has a huge ass
(This is the Anti Juda', motherfucker, grr)

The baby is half psychopath looking for someone to RIP
She gets wet like a baby Yeti, diamonds, she bought a jetski
You want to be like us and we are Real G
Ñengo will bury anyone who speaks ill of me

The boss of this fucking shit
Better not miss any
I don't shoot, but I detonate them
Sitting on my throne earning thousands, yeah

Better not look at us, yeah
We have missiles
For those who get confused
Better not hesitate

Your bitch adores me, the killers arrived
Fifty-five thousand in the wallet
Cold as a fridge
I lit your bed like a heater

Don't be a snitch, daddy
Better if nobody finds out (uh)

The girls are tired of the romance
They want dollars, to be alone in their own world
The girls are tired of the romance
They get a tattoo and want to be tough

We have the whole cinema
This is Real G4 Life and the G4
What?

I export a hundred combs
I buy another R and another AK
Ha, RG4L (G4, bastard)
Here all the sticks are XL

I smell money, motherfucker, it smells
I called the chiropractor, my neck hurts
The women screaming: Oh God, that's L
If they see me outside the Acura TL (what?)

Do you want trouble? We'll give it to you
They're saying they're going to give it to me
Underwater, if I was the one who made
The divers swim (you see?)

I'm with Cazzu, death and Nadal
We have you located, we turn on the radar
You can have rifles with balls
But my shot to yours is not the same

I leave them jumping like this bitch
Then I block, Karl Malone in Utah
I see them investigating, I changed the route
I don't see the competition, they're tiny

Diamonds on the watch, it doesn't even have the time
What happened, bastard? Throw the bad now
For the music, the iPhone, drug deal, Motorola
I cut in line, I never saw the queue

I break your chest, yours is not of wood
Like in the studio, I break the consoles
The senses altered, they call me La Rola
Spitting fire, but without a gun

You're the boss in your area
But in mine, tell me who controls
We're hunting, crazy to catch you
To turn on the spiral shells

The girls are tired of the romance
They want dollars, to be alone (Brray) in their own world (The Anti Judas)
The girls are tired of the romance (La L)
They get a tattoo and want to be tough (Ankhal)