Malamanera

The little snore of wood flavor, Fernandito Bad Way
I leave the subway and light up a palm tree
How beautiful is the morning when someone is waiting for you

Gypsy basket maker with panther eyes
Never at home, always outside
Who would want to, who could
Fall into that cage and let themselves be bitten

I can't find Tinker Bell, looking for her in my purse
Sewer rats, predators fanny pack
I won't repeat it, if the snitches ask you
I don't understand, I don't get it

I don't speak Spanish, you act like a fool
Pick up your backpack, don't waste a minute
This beat is a MILF, I smash it like a damn
I put her on all fours, I do it rough

Sara, your joint doesn't hit me
Everything is a lie, like Amancio and Zara
There it was, waiting for me to do it
A knife in hand and a haggard face

Blessed democracy, fuck
Spain is gangsta shit, we are politics mafia
Dirty mind, funerals and misfortunes
Don't shake my hand, don't thank me

With brown beak, my addiction to firecrackers
And to the darts you threw at me
Dead alive, I would stumble again
And get up and you wouldn't even notice

Keep it raw, pure and no nonsense
Yours is paraffin, mine ha-ha
Your girl sings pop, mine sings bulería
With Gabriel Escobar, cousin, you'd like it more

Ey you, what's up dude, what's up man
Waitress with coke, nightclub, Megatron
The little boy has knocked down the big guy
The muscle guy can't save himself from the beating

That's clear, I'm not your bad boy
Your Dalí story I paint with a Pilot
They know I nail it, that I fuck it bare
The first of the island, Columbus, Marco Polo

Don't take candies from strangers
They smell your hair, follow you stealthily
MDMA cooked by grandparents
Those rappers are nervous, I'm taking off

Believe it, we start from scratch
Accept it, that I loved you and still do
Understand it, I will always be the first
To catch the stars for you from the sky

Crash them to the ground, flight, flight that I fly
Fernando, you're a pimp like your grandfather was
Well, at least I believe it
The ladies in my neighborhood say: 'It sounds very ugly'

What's up
Fernando Costa 2017 has sneaked into your house