Verano Maldito (part. Tussiwarriors)

Hey, tussiwarrior, are we going to the yapla?
You know, grate

Damned summer, I fall into a chihuahua whistle
I want a brunette, a goth, a schizophrenic (what?)
To the one who takes clonazepam with a mojito
Yes, what the hell, what a damn thing
Cursed summer, on the beach smoking a joint
The rock and the cheta moving their asses
I don't have a handle for the rag
What should, what a damn thing

I'm with the jail and I'm not talking to you about the cana
I fucked a model and she was my friend's cousin (ah)
Tonka looks perfect and hasn't bathed in a week (wah)
Dude, don't go too far, we'll fill the room here
And Queveda doesn't fill it (no, no)
There is no sold out at Chains
I took a photo of him on the beach for OnlyFans (for OnlyFans)
Yes, for OnlyFans, my girl makes money with her legs on OnlyFans

Damn summer, I'm sent to Chihuahua by whistle (haha)
I mix speed with red wine (red)
And on the boulevard I feel like I'm collapsing
This summer I want my hands in the air, smoke a joint
In the air, the little hands smoke a joint (joint, in the air, the little hands)

She complains but it is not so easy to be the jailer (not even with a stick)
They ask me for photos of all the old (old)
Always single, never in a relationship (of course)
I pick it up by the tile and take it to the tip
I love her even if they say: What— (bitch!)
Listening to rusherking on the road
That Tonka is a pencil sharpener, and it sharpens (haha)

Damned summer, I fall into a chihuahua whistle
I want a brunette, a goth, a schizophrenic
To the one who takes clonazepam with a mojito
Yes, what the hell, what a damn thing
Cursed summer, on the beach smoking a joint
The rock and the cheta moving their asses
I don't have a handle for the rag
What should, what a damn thing

While I'm driving, dude, I'm watching reels
I left a shrimp in Temu and brought some grillz
I fall with the smell of football, with the smell of chori (chori)
I don't have a penny, I'll pay you with stories (with stories)

Perrea, tonki, perrea (how she moves it)
Perrea, tonki, perrea (all the way down)
Perrea, tonki, perrea (perrea all the way down)
Twerk, tonki, twerk

Damned summer, I fall into chihuahua in a whistle (in a cock)
I want a brunette, a goth, a schizophrenic
To the one who takes clonazepam with a mojito (takes)
Yes, what the hell, what a damn thing
Cursed summer, on the beach smoking a joint
The rock and the cheta moving their asses (the reja)
I don't have a handle for the rag
What should, what a damn thing