MILANO LO PRADO (feat. Nes y Shiva)

Nes On The Shet
I'm with Toro, sign of the bull [?]
Whoa
Milano, Lo Prado, Milano, Lo Prado
Swamp, haha

They ain't worth shit, son of a bitch
We're workin' all week long
Chasin' the dough, Chilean mafia, Italian mafia
The Ugly Ducks, same cash as the Santanas

The drumsticks and the banana peels
I feel like killin' a longie today
Yeah, my brother, roll out and mask up
They'll shove the chip in your face

Brr, we made it to Milano
We blow up the swamp
Wherever we are, the sword's for men, fools, get on the road
I'm gonna mess 'em up, fuck it
The 23 with 2023 stays, brr

Milano, Lo Prado, we connect it quick
My Draco's got a tail like the Little Mermaid (Milano)
Purple Range Rover fits with the bottle
I've got horns on my head, Santana's my crew (Let’s go)

Okay, the diamonds are pure
While my opps fall like in bowling (Down, down)
Okay, we're bad but also clever
And if we shoot you, you’ll be dancing the boogie-boogie (Santana)

From Lo Prado to Milano
On my hand, I got more rings than Sauron (let's go, let's go)
I take the crown and fit it on my head
It's time to make that jump

Daytona quadrant, but I smell like asphalt (Bu-bu)
I recycle the clean and mix it with the profit (Milano)
I invest on the street with the Gs who cut it (Milano)
Benz is flat because I missed you
But there's already another one on

Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton
The guns around here got a button
I'm gonna leave your whole family in mourning (son of a bitch)
The problem's a wasp, better I spit it out

Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton
The future, bro, has already been written
With my demons, I wait for the enemy
He hasn't really been defeated

We're gonna kill 'em all
We got a couple meters, a gun and a chip, the Glocks
I'll even kill the dog if I get inside their block
Here, we're all minors, I filled out the file, we got pure ro

On my neck, a house and like three stacks for each ring, brr!
If they want war, I won't mask up
Around here, even the boxers are expensive
I don't stop making money

Your bitch wants me to hit it and I throw one of three for the hoop
I don't compare, my talk's the most expensive
If I notice something weird, I’ll break your face, 32 shots
Cruisin' around Milano with my beautiful Red Bull Camaro

R fuleta, mission complete
We raise the import-export coin
On your deluxe, we smash the card
Bitch, we're at war like in O'Block (Milano)

In my Polo boxers, I got the North Pole
AK, there's fire in the Ford hood (Exactly)
I'm cold like this road
They know, Milano's frozen, ice

Half a milli for the ice, my blicky pops like corn
Chipetazo and I define from the back (I swear)
You ain't ready for your emergency room (Santana)
Chilean's the bitch or Chilean in bulk
Yeah, I'm skinny, but the profit's big
I only lower myself in the supercar
I got purple potions like in Clash Royale

Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton
The guns around here got a button
I'm gonna leave your whole family in mourning (son of a bitch)
The problem's a wasp, better I spit it out

Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton (Milano)
The future, bro, has already been written (Milano)
With my demons, I wait for the enemy
He hasn't really been defeated

Prra!
Santana, Santana
Yeah
The Jordan 23, trr

The Jordan 23
Tell me, Shiva, Santana (Jordan 23, Shiva), ah
From Chile to Italy (Lo Prado, Milano)
Family