MAMI GANTEL (part. L-Gante)

Yo

I’m your gangster mommy
Got diamonds on my face
Hello Kitty pink is what I wear
The little boys run from me 'cause I’m in charge
While the gangsters want me to be their lover

I’m your gangster daddy
Got diamonds on my face
From the hood to the country
The girls love my old-school codes
Everyone knows me as L-Gante

I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster, gangster
I-I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster, gangster

I-I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster, gangster
I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster, gangster, gangster

Always on fire with my crew
His Valentina Ferrer and he’s my Balvin
Melody like Chencho, and when I rap I’m Maldy
I look like Barbie, but for you, I’m the bad bitch

For my gangster, there’s no no
The whole crew got me covered
Gucci outfit and Tom Ford heels
He puts me in the four with the Jordan Concords

Here there’s no fear, my daddy watches from afar
He knows I’m all in and I never back down
We never miss a turn, my ass is blessed
He knows how to make me explode

Here there’s no fear, my mommy watches from afar
She knows I’m all in and I never back down
We never miss a play, my crew is cursed
We were born to get rich

I’m your gangster mommy
Got diamonds on my face
Hello Kitty pink is what I wear
The little boys run from me 'cause I’m in charge
While the gangsters want me to be their lover

I’m your gangster daddy
Got diamonds on my face
From the hood to the country
The girls love my old-school codes
Everyone knows me as L-Gante

I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster, gangster
I-I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster, gangster, gangster

I’m your gangster daddy
Gangster, gangster, gangster
I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster, gangster
L-Gante, what’s up?

I’m carrying the weight of the streets
Here we mix the weed and the flour
They deliver the goods to our door
The most known on the block

I tattooed my hood’s name on her ass
She likes the hood boys, the millionaires
My homies are all warriors
We’re always on our own schedule

The cops hear me and the mercenaries come looking
For trouble, there’s no no
We sold smoke and your girl bought it
I’m with a good drink in a cardboard box
Weed, perfume, shades, and a jacket

If we ride on the bike, her ass stands out
Smoking regular inside the hood
The homies are vibing since the cradle
The Fari knows the mafia is one
And on Christmas when the moon comes out

I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster, gangster
I-I’m
Gangster, gangster, gangster, gangster
I-I’m, I-I’m

Gangster, gangster, gangster, gangster
Gangster
I-I’m
Gangster, gangster, gangster, gangster

I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster
I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster

I-I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster
I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster

I-I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster
I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster

I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster
I’m your mommy
Gangster, gangster
I’m your mommy