Chococono

Hey, my H, are you gonna throw in some strawberries and cream, or what?
Nah, damn, I don't like fruits
Ugh, what a lazy ass, man
What do you mean, my lion? What's that about?
What do you mean, bro?
You know what I mean? Hahaha

White joint on the left side (Whoa) and on the other side a colored one
I hit up the girls and then I disappear (Bye), there’s always another bitch better
I'd rather have a side piece than get cheated on (Oh, really?)
So much snow I look like it’s winter, Medallo spring, also hot (Ugh)

Popping pills, not Tic Tacs, cold neck, Bogotá
I’m the real deal in your trap, neither bullets nor I know how to box (Hahaha)
I’m really crazy, I’m really chococono (Oh, no), if you give me an opening, I’ll blow it up
Sniffing and fucking from the throne (Huh?), I’ll make her meet the monkey

I’m getting high—don’t clean up (Ugh), snorting coke like a gringo
Cash on the week, gives it to me on Sunday
What do I do if they compare me to Mandingo? (Hahaha)
I’m hitting on your girl, sis, what a fine piece and in the background, laughter (Hahaha)
On a wild trip, the flight doesn’t land, sucking on Mona Lisa’s tits

I’m really crazy, really wild, if it’s not Play-Doh, it’s Belarmín (You know what I mean?)
I hit it with the chimbo, nospirín (We’re out)
The trap from Colombia, the one from Medellín (Oh, yeah)
I caught this chick and she’s been giving it to me (For hours)
It wasn’t luck like the dice (Ugh)
Back then I’d throw parties and charge cover ([?])
Now I charge thirty and sing blowed up (Haha)

That girl wants some powder and poppers, then I’ll hit her with the bald guy, DJ Pope
For the fucking shit that doesn’t copy, for the fucking shit that doesn’t blow (For the fucking shit)
I’m crazy to hit Valen G (Whoa, that’s nice), or else, a threesome with the B twins (Oh, no)
Getting close in Manrique, in ADV (Whoa), where you can’t hang out
I give JP so he gets drunk, a suitcase wrapped in Versace

I traded the one I had for a hot one, no ugly girls, Micro TDH
She’s a real jumper, a real stunner (Yeah)
Wants some color and also some coke (How rude), strawberries and cream, not just fruit
Left the one she had because he was a punk

Because that dude turned out to be a loser, I take advantage and hit it with the chimbo (Oh)
I’m not getting her pregnant, no puppies, I don’t put the kid in without a rubber (No, never)
What’s up for the head? What’s moving? (Hahaha)
Put some foot on it, pitiruede (Roll it, you jerk)
I’m La K, you’re the one with the canueve, not even in the Prosecutor’s Office do you hang out

A girl from SENA, I pulled her out, that little cutie is fine ([?])
But she’s a real little bitch, wants to party and asks for strawberries and cream
If I hit it, the good one (The good one and all), to those little jerks, the good one
But the good one in the bad, they have to team up to throw me in a track (Who?)

I’m chilling and on top of a hot girl (Whoa), a real one, and on top, a snitch
But I love that she admits she’s a whore
Because if she’s a whore, she doesn’t think and she charges (The one who’s a whore, is a whore)

I’m taking her to Cartagena to Cholón (Oh, yeah)
As long as she’s wrapped in silicone (Hahaha)
Louis V and Dsquared on the pants
We’ll finish in Guatapé, on a boat (Ahh), with shh

The vest (Sh-sh), if we catch it, we’ll fill it with holes (Paw-paw)
We don’t buy clothes in the hole anymore (Not anymore)
Now we cook everything I bring

Everything that breaks, also pills
You guys chip in for a bracelet (Whoa, how rude)
Scapular next to the splinter
With the TNs and the diamonds shining

In a bulletproof Mercho chilling with the Doctor
Magazines in hand, pink snot
On your side making cash, yeah, real easy
Like in eighteen when Broko collected

Thanks to God I’m not broke anymore, I’m famous (Not anymore)
She asks for sausage, and not from Zenú (Hahaha)
She asks me: Are those diamonds good? (Ugh)
I tell her: No, you jerk, I bought them on Temu (Egh)

Rude, man
La K
The trap from Medallo, the trap from Colombia
Hurt whoever it hurts
Oh, no
Talk to them, Draza

Monk, got mercy on these niggas
I’m with Flame
With Pepe Ganga, God First, man
Yeah, hahaha
Hahaha
I don’t hide it
I’m out