REI (Mission 01)

Today I went out with a tough cut, lots of cars and bikes
Inside the avenue always cool
And it doesn't matter what they say
I don't know another face where we are
I always go out fresh to shine

With a tough cut, with Nike with big soles
I shine wherever I go
Because I notice there are many mouths that are hungry
And I want the bills in the jacket

And I hit if I stop on the corner with a couple
I'm from the west side, don't talk to me
I don't have colleagues who turn away to add
And better not try to look at me with a tough cut

Yeah, ah
She likes them to speed up but not to find out
The tinted windows that you can't even see through
She doesn't smoke Mary, but if her friend does, they tremble
She wants a tough guy with a bike to lift her up

The front wheel, your wallet hangs
Near the exhaust and the license plate that scrapes
She loves the trap, the cops don't catch her
She—, ah

She likes them to speed up but not to find out
The tinted windows that you can't even see through
She doesn't smoke Mary, but if her friend does, they tremble
She wants a tough guy with a bike to lift her up

The front wheel, your wallet hangs
Near the exhaust and the license plate that scrapes
She loves the trap, the cops don't catch her

With a tough cut, with Nike with big soles
I shine wherever I go
Because I notice there are many mouths that are hungry
And I want the bills in the jacket

And I hit if I stop on the corner with a couple
I'm from the west side, don't talk to me
I don't have colleagues who turn away to add
And better not try to look at me with a tough cut

I go tough, nah, I went to the dance with air chambers
And a combo that breaks on all sides
Listening to reggaeton and cumbia, reggaeton and cumbia
I'm on the west side and they tell me: Pai, I love you with the Nikes

The visor drives her crazy, the street wants reggaeton and cumbia
And I never brake
The nylon set, I have packs and blunts

And I am, you tell me who can take me out, tough, they come down with reason
If my convoy is here, but where I go
I have two, it found me and danced me to the ground

(No, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Danced me to the ground
(No, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

With a tough cut, with Nike with big soles
I shine wherever I go
Because I notice there are many mouths that are hungry
And I want the bills in the jacket

And I hit if I stop on the corner with a couple
I'm from the west side, don't talk to me
I don't have colleagues who turn away to add
And better not try to look at me with a tough cut

Tell me, Rei, yeah
Alan Gome'
West side, ha
Prr