PFQG (feat. Pablo Chill-E y Criss J)
King Savagge
PFQG (feat. Pablo Chill-E and Criss J)
(Just got off the mall with a van worth a grand and a half)
(Haha, he says)
(Cris J)
Got a sick flow that I flaunt
Got a sick flow that I flaunt-flaunt
Got a sick flow that I fla'
Got a sick flow that I fla'
Got a sick flow that I flaunt
Got a sick flow that I flaunt-flaunt
Hit the mall and max out the card, don't know how much I spend-spend
Got a sick flow that I flaunt
Got a sick flow that I flaunt-flaunt
Got a sick flow that I fla'
Got a sick flow that I fla'
Got a sick flow that I flaunt
Got a sick flow that I flaunt-flaunt
Hit the mall and max out the card, don't know how much I spend-spend
Spending on hoes and on grass
I was making money before your deal
The crew is in touch
With the streets and money, we made a pact
Mine kill you on the spot
We know your location, if we catch you, it's precise
Burning blunts and extracts
You won't realize when you feel the impact
Having a Li' drink, the .40 inside Blue G
I come out with a sick flow, burning the
In my gang, all G's, any fool can get out of here
We're not about people, we're about money, we're loaded
If I want, I retire, daddy, I'm made, in this sh*t I'm the king
We don't listen, I send you a shot, we live outside the law
I call my gun mariachi, it screams at your house: Orale wey
I don't dirty my hands, I just say: It is what it is
You die if you oppose me, I'm not in hundreds, I'm in millions
I spent 2 days counting bills and ended up with tendon pain
My gangsters are all minors who might erase your face
All pockets bulging like the Cone's fat guy
Got a sick flow that I flaunt
Got a sick flow that I flaunt-flaunt
Got a sick flow that I fla'
Got a sick flow that I fla'
Got a sick flow that I flaunt
Got a sick flow that I flaunt-flaunt
Hit the mall and max out the card, don't know how much I spend-spend
Got a sick flow that I flaunt
Got a sick flow that I flaunt-flaunt
Got a sick flow that I fla'
Got a sick flow that I fla'
Got a sick flow that I flaunt
Got a sick flow that I flaunt-flaunt
Hit the mall and max out the card, don't know how much I spend-spend
Designer from head to toe
La Dolce shining, clean, lively
The only dirty thing is my dirty money
And with shows and concerts, I keep it untouched
Don't compare yourself to me, my nigga, when I finish, that's when you start
I fell asleep smoking, it's divine, put 5 grams in the cherry blunt
Oh, in the skill, sucking the ñeta, the tail caught when I was a duck
To the cops we throw, we put poison, codeine, phosphorus and then 2 ice cubes, yaoh
With influencers, singers, models
But she's a b*tch, doesn't want to charge me, I hit it fearlessly, I won't deny it
Lin', and for her a little coke, pin, pin
I make them fly, they call me Peter Pan
When I walk into the mall and gift them some jeans
Billie Jean, Billie Jean
That fool is not mine, I already have a lot of kids and also a lot of chicks
My son sometimes doesn't appreciate what his father has done for his life
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(Tell me Savagge)
(Tell me Jevita)
(Making money)
(Here')
(Pablo)
(Shishigang)
(Trap in Chile, damn)