B.U.H.O (feat. Midel, Arse, Khea y Klave)

And if you bring the codeine ina ina ina, don't forget the lime lime lime lime
That bitch can't even imagine ina ina ina, just came out of the corner ina ina ina
And if you bring the codeine ina ina ina, don't forget the lime lime lime lime
That bitch can't even imagine ina ina ina, just came out of the corner ina ina ina

That blonde is divine, if she's from the owl, guaranteed trip to China
They know us but act like they don't see us
The jaguars are climbing on top of me, yeah

Three liters of Sprite, two liters of lime, my niggas are high, purple like me
Give me six zeros, I charge ten thousand, we're ready with all my team
We're all on lean yeah, with dry throats
Ready for codeine, seeing everything purple
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, we're stuck and they look at us badly
We have everything and want more
What's up, lots of weed, lots of trap, we're ready
Like trappin trappin, a pretty blonde calling me daddy
They're religious like a mantis, millionaire life, I live for the party

I know what hurts them, because they always want
But they can never, no no no they don't do what I'm doing
They don't want it, no, they prefer us, yes
We have powers, bro bro bro, trap, money, women and all
We have trap money and all, pussy in bed counting it, another one of you calling us
Asking for collaboration for this song, and now they look at us with anger, saying it's all a lie
Keep waiting in line, I go out to the field with an arrow up

And if you bring the codeine ina ina ina, don't forget the lime lime lime lime
That bitch can't even imagine ina ina ina, just came out of the corner ina ina ina
And if you bring the codeine ina ina ina, don't forget the lime lime lime lime
That bitch can't even imagine ina ina ina, just came out of the corner ina ina ina

What do they have, is what they say about you
You show off because you want to
Or maybe it's because you don't have any of what you say and it's not convenient for you
Without paper in Panama, but completing all the hundred dollar bills, hundred dollar bills
I don't want a Grammy, I just want grams, look at my mom and say 'we made it'
Looking for money, look where we are, thinking about Miami, we'll arrive tomorrow
A whole life of moves, of fucked up tours and repeated sequences, the same avenue
There are more good things than bad in my life

Without a cap on, I go out on the street, stop for the pass and I'm on the flyer
I don't remember what I did yesterday, I arrived early and finished late
That shorty decided to leave me, now with the fame I'm going to bed
At eighteen I want to move, I ran a red light and no one will stop me

I don't know what's going on, but I see everything slow, maybe because of my swagger or because of my flow
I see everything weird, like changing color, I go with a drugged face with Hong Kong eyes
I suffered a nervous breakdown before going on stage
Until one day a friend took me to a doctor
He put Sprite in a glass with cough syrup
And put five ice cubes as I usually do with rum, yeah
At first it was light and relaxed me
A couple of minutes late, the clock didn't matter
Pure trap music was playing, I was rolling the blunt
I don't know how to explain it but I felt better
Over there I heard the call, baby now it's my turn
I remember seeing her dancing almost losing control
I just know we escaped in a car making love
I don't remember the rest, that dose killed me

And if you bring the codeine ina ina ina, don't forget the lime lime lime lime
That bitch can't even imagine ina ina ina, just came out of the corner ina ina ina
And if you bring the codeine ina ina ina, bro don't forget the lime lime lime lime
That bitch can't even imagine ina ina ina, just came out of the corner ina ina ina