Muñeca

With the Martian we go all out
The problem and the girls call us
To make it explode, I brought a pot of perco
We have guns, women, and fame

Ah, I have what it takes to explode and hit it
She likes the finer things but I still brought her to the block
You like what I brought in the pot
Relax, there's a hit for anyone who wants to pay for protection, prr

Let's have a Project X, then triple X
Come so we can party, I also got your friends involved
Here it's all original from your ketchup's son repli
The Kobe and the Gucci and if not, the Giuseppe

I'm with Jere, tell me what you want
We have fame, money, guns, and also women
Stay quiet, so no one finds out
That we're installed because we persevered (brr)

Go ahead, move that booty, I like it when you act naughty
Your suitors are useless, just groupies
Who hang out with their group of friends waiting for the trap to be set

And when we arrive
At the parties with those damn Europeans
We never tell everything we spend
And I know that drives you crazy (crazy)

Hey, doll
How pretty your breasts are
They look like my gun's
And I check out the ass of my truck

Hey, doll
How pretty your breasts are
They look like my gun's
And I check out the ass of my truck

We're putting pressure on top of the big machine
A piece of a capsule, the Louis Vuitton tolls
Gold on my chain, giving it color
The blunt tastes like mango

In the swamp the (brr) sounds
It's us if you hear the shots
I dress so flashy
That people wonder if I'm stingy

I like expensive things
In the cars taking a spin around the expensive, addicted to shots
Emphasis for my buddy the jar
Taking the mud packets and your girl stops me

Drinking a drink
And watch how I do it, bitches appear like magic
Three words and I turn them off
I nail their women

And when we arrive
At the parties with those damn Europeans
We never tell everything we spend
And I know that drives you crazy (crazy)

Hey, doll
How pretty your breasts are
They look like my gun's
And I check out the ass of my truck

Hey, doll
How delicious your breasts are
They look like my gun's
And that behind my jeep

Prr, Marcianeke
What do you know about style, we are the style
Jere Klein so the girls take off the Calvin Klein
Making money with the donner (prr, prr)