19 (feat. Jon Z & Myke Towers)

She dances on the pole since she was 19
She's with 18, daddy, and that's two nines
Moving that ass on the pole
Billing as it should be
She got her butt, her boobs, the lipo, no one keeps her

She wanted a choir and now she fronts in the BM', yeah
2017, zero miles at 19
Little by little, they're coming in packs of hundreds
A saint without the n (Jon Z, man), a saint without the n

Dancing on the pole at nineteen
Moving that ass, she earns a lot of money (wuh)
Molly, roll, pill, code (yi, yi)
Two forty Glocks, in case someone messes with me here

The nicotine boxes are full of blondes (yi)
A lot of Fanta, codeine, we have it by the gallon
A lot of percs, vitamins, we bring it down with a cyclone (yi, yi)
And with a couple of fine bitches that sometimes

I take them from the club and we go down (wuh)
Codeine, Double cup, Percocet, I relax (yi, yi, yi)
Eladio, tell me we're crazy as hell (Trra)
Tell me consume it, that without seeing I always travel

30 milligrams of oxycodone, wuh
I roll in cinnamon leaves, wuh
Bitches with Iris Chacón's ass, wuh
With Mimi Pabón's tits and abdomen, wuh

She's 19 and how she moves it
She keeps the AK, the forty and the nine for me (trra)
The money, the bitches, the progress rains on me (yi)
Charging all the bastards who owe me, wuh

Move that ass, baby, don't complain (don't complain)
Josea your money, baby, don't leave it (don't leave it)
If you don't please me, I call another one
Who moves that ass and doesn't stop me (Jon Z, Men)

She dances on the pole like since she was 19
She's with 18, daddy, and those are two nines
Moving that ass on the pole
Billing as it should be

She never seeks shelter if the money rains, hey
She always fronts in the caption what she can, she can, ah, hey
She has a BM, but now she wants a Mercedes, ah
If you get involved, you may even end up with nothing
She's a saint without the n, she's a saint without the n

She's a saint without the n
She doesn't take Panadol PM
She has Eladio and me as hostages
She knows I dress RL, hey

Ralph Lauren, I told her not to stop
Moving until you're in a McLaren, hey
Her name in the brothel is Karen
Marijuana, she never smokes joints

Everything goes in private
She introduced me to all the ones who dance with her
That I could choose the ones I liked
And that I should bring grass of all kinds

She thinks she's Rosario Tijeras
Or Gucci or Louis Vuitton, the handbags
She's not given to just anyone
She wanted me to give her acapella
(She's a saint without the n)

She dances on the pole like since she was 19
She's with 18, daddy, and those are two nines
Moving that ass on the pole
Billing as it should be
She got her butt, her boobs, the lipo, no one keeps her

She wanted a choir and now she fronts in the BM, yeah
2017, zero miles at 19
Little by little, they're coming in packs of hundreds
A saint without the n, a saint without the n

You and I, Pablo and Griselda
Since the times of Zelda
But El Chapo threw me when I went to your house and jumped the fence
I put it in without knowing her
Baby, you're missing a screw
Put that ass close to me
I have a reserve pot of piki
Don't be like Mari Pili, a couple of phillies
Now all Forty and Patek Philippe
About a year ago she didn't step on a chilly
Mingui never chapeo to Meek Milly

Now shake that ass like you know how to do it
Dead president on top of your ass, baby

Eladio Carrión
Jon Z, man
Myke Towers
Tell me, Fredy, Phantom
Raise it Neo
Neo Nazza
Mera, baby
I know you dance and all
But I'm going to take you home today