Marmita (feat. LH CHUCRO)

Hogs, make me a beat

(Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)
If I bump into that pussy, it'll be like Pix, he'll fall right away (Gang)
He's a jerk, he only talks on the net, but he runs face to face (Sheesh)
Blacks in full swing (Sheesh)
Bitches asking to get it (Let's get it)
Blacks in full steam (Steam)
Bitches asking to get it (Let's get it)
Blacks in full swing (2G)
Today she's lucky (Indeed)
We're in the east, the kids are on the brakes, in a minute we'll jump to the north (Let's get it)
Who are you to talk about respect? My bro, don't raise your voice (Sheesh)
I know you're scared of the gang and you keep talking about us (Let's get it)

But I admit that there are some white people, who try, who try to be us (Let's get it)
It's just that he tries, he tries to be us (Born), but he just doesn't have melanin
In the scorching sun he fries (Fries), broken eating lunchboxes (Ergh)

Everything you're doing now, we did years ago (We did years ago)
'I'm getting hotter, and the account balance is increasing
This bitch wanna fuck with me, wanna fuck with my nigga (Fuck with my nigga)
If I'm crooked at the dance, I'll be putting my magnifying glass on my face
The bill growing, looks like my dick, that's why she's drooling
Barra, you know, we have it, gourd, that must be why you're copying
This little nymphet's breasts are too small to fit in her mouth
'You say you're going to my house, just to see me, to take off your clothes
Derek sent the guide, so bro, I'm gonna have to kill
I got calluses on my finger from so much money, I had to count
My finger in her pussy releases this bitch like biometrics
Want the little guys from Block, because we're strong, we're gorillas
I fulfilled this slut's fetish of fucking on top of the sink
She calls me wanting more rod, calls me asking for more dick
That bitch who said she was your friend is not your friend
If she was your friend she wouldn't be in my DM begging for my dick

But I admit that there are some white people who try, who try to be us
It's just that he tries, he tries to be us, but he just doesn't have melanin
In the scorching sun he fries, broken eating lunchboxes