San Pedro

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Saint Peter

I'm dying for San Carlos
All climbed on a yacht
I don't miss the tussi, it's not over
And I have what you lack, I
I go out with whores, that's who I am
I live like a tycoon, mommy
They watch pass in pure Cheyenne
Armored so that it can endure (eah)

Flow rockstar with Versace belt
Some blunts, ratatouille and a pass
I'm real no matter what
I live my life, I live it crazy
To activate a chocolate or coconut rococo
I just inhale warmth, the film is green
We carry the Balenciaga, we take Lady Gaga
If I take it out, I use it
The weapons are real

Rich or dead
(Rich or dead)
Lying Corridos with Los Santos
(Lying runs with Los Santos)
My co-pilot loads in one, my personalized Draco
With double charger, stocked and taped
So that they warm, fresh waters what they have soaked
From now on it's not the thing, if we already put together the relaxation
Go to San Pedro if things go too long
Here I have a friend with Fiji and with a pink bag
We drive cars, Forza-type caravans
Bottles of pills make the mind blurry
If you take care of the mountains, you have to wear camouflage
When I'm resting for the smoke in El Salvaje
You will learn to lose the fear of life, I'm already here
With luxuries and the things I thought I wouldn't achieve
Now it's time to laugh, because everything has already changed for me
The one who was called close, another Rolex was bought
On patrol I walk with the commander
My Browni' in the window of the Lambo Performante

Flow rockstar with Versace belt
Some blunts, ratatouille and a pass
I'm real no matter what
I live my life and I live it crazy
Flow rockstar with Versace belt
Some blunts, ratatouille and a pass
I'm real no matter what
I live my life, I live it crazy

Simón, they look at me because I'm carrying my crew here
Without doing much, we are from the top
Several things have happened and I am still holding on
It feels good dog that I turned my chante into a mansion
Right now they can't even locate me, I'm not the one they knew
And they even offer millions for which they didn't even give a peso
Exclusive connects are the ones who are going to see me
How placid I look with my bearing and with Moncler
Hey, here riding in Puerto Rico
The seconds go by and I get richer
A bottle of Black and a bag of parakeet
With Los Santos and the boss' the' number' I triple
Eh, colored dust goes to the flat
I live in peace, because there is plenty of money
With a little girl that doesn't bother
Hey, that's what it's about
Flow rockstar with Versace belt
Some blunts, ratatouille and a pass
I'm real no matter what
I live my life, I live it crazy
To activate a chocolate or coconut rococo
I just inhale warmth, the movie is real
We carry the Balenciaga, we take Lady Gaga
If I take it out, I use it, the weapons are real
My co-pilot loaded one, my customized Draco
With double charger, stocked and taped
So that they warm, fresh waters what they have soaked
From now on it's not the thing, if we already put together the relaxation
Go to San Pedro if things go too long
Here I have a friend with Fiji and with a pink bag
We drive cars, Forza-type caravans
Bottles of pills make the mind blurry

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