Pico y Pala
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Pick and Shovel
Pick and shovel, for the hustle
Jacket on, waving the flag far from the hood
Get the mom out of the spicy neighborhood
The waning moon and you hear the sirens
I put the bricks in Richard Mille, my love
I’m taking your ass to another dimension
I’ll take whatever my body can handle
I’ll break you until the sun comes up
Pick and shovel, for the hustle
Jacket on, waving the flag far from the hood
Get the mom out of the spicy neighborhood
The waning moon and you hear the sirens
I put the bricks in Richard Mille, my love
I’m taking your ass to another dimension
I’ll take whatever my body can handle
I’ll break you until the sun comes up
From the studio to the VIP, it’s trap or die
There’s no other option, we’re already all in
She loves my drip, my tattooed face, and I don’t give a damn
What some loser wants to say
So much bullshit, few understand the fla’
The hood taught me what respect means
If you don’t watch your mouth, they’ll kick your ass
They can even cut it off
I break hotel cuties
Drugs, cocktails, parties, rich kids on boats
She got addicted to me breaking her in the yard
While I’m giving it to her, she’s bouncing off the narcos
Wow wow-wow-wow
She comes right away when I have her on all fours
I’m a bandit, I tie her hands
She doesn’t even take off her heels
If you want to have it, go get it, break it, earn it, and handle the pressure
You feel it in your back, the weight, among so many gifts raining down from a God
Overflowing with experimenting with substances, trying to find the pattern
The answer that no one gave us
The game made me addicted, it narcotized me
Pick and shovel, for the hustle
Jacket on, waving the flag far from the hood
Get the mom out of the spicy neighborhood
The waning moon and you hear the sirens
I put the bricks in Richard Mille, my love
I’m taking your ass to another dimension
I’ll take whatever my body can handle
I’ll break you until the sun comes up
Pick and shovel, for the hustle
Jacket on, waving the flag far from the hood
Get the mom out of the spicy neighborhood
The waning moon and you hear the sirens
I put the bricks in Richard Mille, my love
I’m taking your ass to another dimension
I’ll take whatever my body can handle
I’ll break you until the sun comes up
Pick and shovel, for the hustle
Jacket on, waving the flag far from the hood
