Al Gendarme (feat. Omar Varela)

Omar, bring it to drink
And play cumbia
He says

We enter freely into the cumbia neighborhood
Partying with money
The girls in the ghetto
Moving the caquero
Hey, Kaleb, Kaleb, friend, run
Come on, the cops arrived, dude
Stop, stop, stop
That I

I have the gendarme counting the cash
And your girl always gives herself away for a flask
In the neighborhood, I break the lock and they're not cops
In the corner, Fernandito, we don't have enough for the Branca
They growl at us and don't start-start-start
They get out of control and can't handle it
Eyes on Ponja, China mode
Killing ghosts like Batman, yeah

We walk in the fake and I break the trout
I'm sorry, businessman, with fake clothes
Since I don't have a girl, I'll go with yours
To her, cuddly-cuddly, to you, to the dog bed
Where they criticize me is where they listen to me the most
As summer arrives, I give it a boost
They tell you it was from a friend and they lie to you
You flaunt the money, but it's not yours

I have the gendarme counting the cash
And your girl always gives herself away for a flask
In the neighborhood, I break the lock and they're not cops
In the corner, Fernandito, we don't have enough for the Branca
They growl at us and don't start-start-start
They get out of control and can't handle it
Eyes on Ponja, China mode
Killing ghosts like Batman, yeah

She wants the toy, playful
She asks for the toy, she gets in tune with a blister
In her boobs she keeps money, she wants the toy
Playful, she asks for the toy
You come with the guys
Because your boyfriend is a poodle

I'm the tough guy, the tough one
Your girl gets down more when she gets drunk, huh
If she goes to the beach in a swimsuit, she moves everything she has
That comes up and down, smoothly and sideways
Up, down, smoothly and sideways
Up, down, come on, move the rosquete
Up, down, smoothly and sideways
Up, down, come on, move the rosquete

Turra, look here
We enter freely into the cumbia neighborhood
Partying with money
The girls in the ghetto
(To the gendarme, what?)

I have the gendarme counting the cash
And your girl always gives herself away for a flask
In the neighborhood, I break the lock and they're not cops
In the corner, Fernandito, we don't have enough for the Branca

The boss of the turreo
The oxygen of the industry, hahaha
Making a grand a week
Omar, bring it to drink
Come on, mystical turreo