XULOS (feat. Foyone)

Hey, good morning, listen up, Kike
Your coach already told me you’re not starting for Málaga anymore because of drug use, huh
Don’t worry, I’ll talk to that fascist, you hear me?
Call Wanillo right now, we’re going after this idiot
He’s gonna have to hide in a suitcase like Puigdemont
Immediate freedom for the political prisoner Kike Montilla
Look, all the hot girls from Marbella, add me
Zukike_empotrador
And my cousin too, what’s yours, cousin?
Mine’s wuanillo_69tirapichón, follow me, babe
You see, we’re gonna react to all the stories, yeah

I was headed to Crystal Palace, but I broke my foot at La Cala
I was going to your sister’s place, but I got caught up at the taxara (your sister)
I was going for a lawyer, but I ended up related to Samara (Samara)
I was gonna train at Portada, but grandpa lit up hardala (Portada)
I’m going in for three years, but that bald guy won’t give you any more kisses (not one)
I’ll hit him with a hook and two combos at the curtain fringe by the Lombok door
I’ll throw flying kicks if he talks about sharing the blackberry vape (woah)
I’ll hit him with the John Cena if he invites you for a cone, 'Tita Fina' (prrah)

Cool kids (cool kids)
The gods are just cool kids (that’s what we are, bro)
Your boyfriend’s got more horns (if you only knew)
Than a triceratops from Turok (haha)
Cool kids (cool kids)
The gods are just cool kids (cool kids)
Your girlfriend’s got the portapeo (whoa, oh my god)
Like a kangaroo Romeo, oh, oh, oh

I was going to Dani Olmo’s, but I ended up setting up your awning (okay)
I was going to be a porn actor, but here I am picking up debris
I was going to be De Niro, but I got stuck in Sekiro
I was going for a platinum record, but I got the platinum in Spyro (Spyro)
I was gonna be a promise, but I got caught at the Tesesa doors (ey)
I was gonna inherit a company, but I can’t even split the bill
I was going for temptations, but I don’t even have money for condoms

I was gonna be Foyone, but they kidnapped the Masone’s
Cousin, that’s Foyone
You see, bro
What’s up? You guys are the gods, right?
Yo, yeah, what are you doing here, bro?
Just got released from the Masone’s
Yo, you’re tall, aren’t you?
Yeah, right? Well, everything I got in height I got in—

Cool kids (cool kids)
The gods are just cool kids (that’s how it is)
Your boyfriend’s got more horns (he’s a reindeer, bro)
Than a triceratops from Turok (haha, yeah)
Cool kids (cool kids)
The gods are just cool kids (cool, cool)
Your girlfriend’s got the portapeo (whoa, what a loser)
Like a kangaroo Romeo, oh, oh, oh (tell him, Juan)

We like the Dahlia, the fat one, the ugly one
The Kylie, the Siri, the Kleí (all of them)
I’ve got all the girls on WhatsApp waiting
But I’m just playing a game (a game)
The gods burning Marbella
The bike screeching, watch out if you see us (the gods)
I don’t think you’ve got the guts
To come after us, you know it
Listen, anyone who messes with the gods is dead
Sincerely, Foyone, the Illuminati, prrah