2 Peine (feat. Big Cvyu)

(Hahahahahahaha)
Big Cvyu give me lu' pu pu pu (pu pu pu)
Lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
The '-the' monikate' do me the do'

And what are they saying?
I'm arriving
There are not enough people
You are not so much
José and Cvyu counting one's own
We have more blows, more bullets
I'll tell you the coa'

Do'-do'-do'-do'-do'-do'-do'
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
Here and there we crown ourselves in the roses
(Do'-do')
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
The monkeys do me the double
(Do'-do'-do')

Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
Here we consume in the red
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
The 'monikates' do me the do'
(Ta-ta-ta) We are in Ferragamo
Mommy, I fuck you but I don't love you
Tell me where we come across'

(A-ah) If you want, I'll take you to the swamp
Pu-pue these cordone are not even Italian
(They are not even Italian)
Aaa-seasoned robberies are in a panic
I remove the narcotic from all drug dealers
(A-ah) We took away the automatic from you stupid guys
And with whores we drink magic juice

(That l-that l-that l-)
She loves being grabbed by the hair and put on all fours (she loves that)
And she came as a friend but she was ugly and I gave her a box (I gave her a box)
(That-) that they grab her by the hair and put her on all fours, she loves that
(he loves that)
(Yyyy) and she came as a friend but she was ugly and I gave her a box (I gave her a box)

(Hahahahahahaha)
Do'-do'-do'-do'-do'-do'-do'
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
Here and there we crown ourselves in the roses
(Do'-do')
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
The monkeys do me the double
(Do'-do'-do')

Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
Here we consume in the red
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
The 'monikates' do me the do'
What-what-what-what-what-what the hell?
Do I sound boring?
Aaa-where
The devils are playing my songs
Sooo green for making the cut
(That) they sound like a bitch and are ultra-clumsy (orpe-orpe)

Lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
The 'monikates' do me the do'

(Hahahahahahaha)
The Jossie more with the Big-Cv-yu
(The one who-who-who-who) the one who made him dance
We are with the boy
Pure better if possible
('Tá-'tá-'tá) 'ta guccino
So that the 'mommy' lets go
And the fools rescue
You're here (you're here)
The future of this music
(The future of this music)