Mil Colores

(Boombox Production)
Skere
What up, my man
Larry the producer, skere
M5 mami
That's how it goes, yeah
Bruno is in the house, Fede is in the house
Mónica, Mónica, Mónica
Mónica, Mónica, Mónica
Damn son

Mónica, Mónica, Mónica
Now everyone wants Mónica
Bitch, classy and cosmopolitan
I arrive on fire like Ponyta
Her ugly style makes me vomit, I see them all, they're hypocrites
They're police and handle policies
I'm a sensei, I handle potions
I recommend you better not to imitate
I'm whole, black, not half
In any case, I have two halves
And they are complementary like Yin and Yang
Tommy Gun, Tommy Gun, Tommy Gun
900 shots like Tommy Gun
I enter just a minute like Tommy Gun
Killing the league with all my gang
I'm sorry, your shawty looked back
I'm sorry, your shawty looked back
I'm not bad but she makes me feel bad
You're bad but I don't care

What the hell is wrong with these white people (what's wrong with them?)
What the hell is wrong with these white people (what's wrong with them?)
What the hell is wrong with these white people (what's wrong with them?)
Yeah, ah, yeah

What the hell is wrong with these white people
What the hell is wrong with these white people
What's with that labor face
Every time I enter the beat and break it
With studies, I didn't leave the room
Without studies, I didn't leave the room
They don't create jobs, they're expenses
I'm not playing dumb, I know I'm Manston
I smoked Carlos' three fingers
How the hell wasn't I going to win
Everyone knows I'm blessed
And I didn't have to go and tell it
I attack the neck, I don't bark
Street addict like a bad dog
Golden teeth, marble castles
Snack thief and soft faces
Now I want the account in the bank
Green bills in Lombardo's name
I don't want to die to you mallow, and if I die, let it be in your hands
The brothers cook without dishes, charging life for abuse
Happiness comes from time to time, give me six zeros or I won't sign the contract
(Yeah)

A thousand pupils, a thousand colors
Many moons, many suns
I don't miss you anymore, don't cry for me
Better times will come

A thousand pupils, a thousand colors
Many moons, many suns
I don't miss you anymore, don't cry for me
Better times will come

A thousand pupils, a thousand sores
A lot of canvas, a lot of trap
I'm with my sky brothers
Black, I'm always high
Better don't cry for me, don't tell me anything
Because now I'm fine on my own
And I have things to succeed

Pra, pra, pra, pra, pra
A lot of money in my pocket on my bag