Tu Cintura (feat. YSY A)

My fingers touching that sky
It's easy for me to get what I want
It doesn't matter if I win or lose
I take advantage of every moment to learn
Failures make you a warrior
Victories make you want to win again
My heart is too expensive for these skins
But I tend to sin every now and then
But I tend to sin and it leads me to spend

The cover on the black card, uh-ah
Mommy, that's nothing, it's just a bill
We land in France, Eiffel Tower in the height
Sick to have you in the dark again
I took three doses in a row but it doesn't cure me
Not knowing what we are is what adds up the most (wow, awesome!)
(What adds up the most)

The ice melting as she sweats
I'm asking her for help, please
I have her face to face and I want to see her naked
I hope not to die when her body shakes
I know well what you want
To be treated like this, like I don't treat anyone
Nights spent here again
Writing to you, smoking a piece of the Moon

Always on the edge with me and adapts to my looseness
No one pressures us, baby, no one rushes us
I kill myself thinking about what your waist has
It's hand-carved like a sculpture
Oh, yes, what does your waist have?
That drives me crazy
Deposit that figure
And let's repeat what we already did, mommy

And if they want to take us out, bring a crane
When we touch, the neighbors evacuate
If the drink asks for a mix, she liquefies it
She wants to fly away like from the street
An awesome beat, a jar of a kilo of weed
The flows falling in love and I don't get married
The joints rolling up, the size of an arm
The bows giving themselves away, they're broken
Uh, the ice that makes— inside the glass
Uh, the sky becomes the ground when I see your steps (prr)

Like a jewel on my wrist, I dance on your waist
As we can't get dizzy from such height
Like a jewel on my wrist, I dance on your waist (oh-uh-oh)
Ours is pure madness

Always on the edge with me and adapts to my looseness
No one pressures us, baby, no one rushes us
I kill myself thinking about what your waist has
It's hand-carved like a sculpture
Oh, yes, what does your waist have?
That drives me crazy (to me)
Deposit that figure
And let's repeat what we already did, mommy

The ice melting as she sweats
I'm asking her for help, please
I have her face to face and I want to see her naked
I hope not to die when her body shakes
I know well what you want
To be treated like this, like I don't treat anyone
Nights spent here again
Writing to you, smoking a piece of the Moon (Moon, Moon)