Bonnie & Clyde (feat. Natti Natasha)
Cosculluela
Bonnie & Clyde (feat. Natti Natasha)
I die for him, and he dies for me (uh)
There's no ghosting here, we put you to sleep, sleepless
We walk in Bonnie and Clyde flow
You take care of me and anyone who comes for you falls, oh
You know your baby is something else
We don't play around here, they leave after the first strike
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
In PR the Maserati, in Miami - Bugatti
With Natti, strolling to see if we catch you
This is like Bonnie and Clyde, two penthouses in Dubai
Whoever strikes them out, sincerely your dad
The bank account is round, put me wherever you want
I'm Alex Trujillo for the times of Covadonga
XR are all the Hondas, the mansion in the roundabout
Bastard, I'm not the cover, I have the inn
And it goes chibiribirin, zeta guillas de zince
Two R15 full, The Prince with the princess
Jewelry around the neck, they arrest me and she vouches for me
Bastards, they are one percent away from running out of battery
R-R-R-R-R-Rake, bye!
White Lion
Pina Records, man
Natasha (Kill 'em)
(Go get 'em, get 'em, get 'em; brrr)
Baby, you know me, and you know how I am
Let's go up, you know what I give
I don't back down, you tell me and I go
That I also get on, get off and give it to them
And don't underestimate us in combat
With short and chipete, we have all that
And I don't back down, you tell me and I go
That I also get on, get off and give it to them, -oy
They call me the decline, no one survives, no one can dodge me
Start calling all your soldiers to activate
They decide, keep working from eighth to eighth
Or turn around and work for the force, the one with the money
The one who makes them doubt, impeccable in psychology
I would say I'm Godfather after the trilogy
After Sosa gave it to Scarface, I haven't lowered the rate
You're listening to a hundred thousand pesos in a sixteen
I', Natasha, I throw them and she catches them
Calm, with me all these cockroaches bow down
I retire at thirty, bastard you're in your twenties
Easy on the pedal, your career is already empty
Jenga-Jenga, now let them endure whatever comes
The AK Pistol appears and the jabs come out straight
I'm the clear comb, but before you, the earthquake
One push and they tremble, Natti on the remote control
Baby, you know me, and you know how I am
Let's go up, you know what I give
I don't back down, you tell me and I go
That I also get on, get off and give it to them
And don't underestimate us in combat
With short and chipete, we have all that
And I don't back down, you tell me and I go
That I also get on, get off and give it to them, -oy
(Prrr!)