XOCALO
Marcianeke
Hit it
Hit it, hit-hit-hit it
Hit it, hit it
Hit it, hit-hit-hit it (Marcianeke)
Hit it, hit-hit-hit it (What do they know about style?, we are the style)
Hit it, raise it, up-down-up
While I'm rolling and burning the joint (BigCvyu)
In the club, throwing money when it's bouncing
The one who was pitching the copi is sucking it
Hit it, raise it, down
While I'm rolling and burning the joint
In the club, throwing money when it's bouncing
The one who was pitching the copi is sucking it
Ah, BigCvyu, I-I-I'm going all in
We catch the goats by the horns
We give it to them until they're satisfied
Mami, you're done, give me that booty to book a date
Whoever messes with us, a shot to the left leg or to the right
Here we smoke what we harvest
I have my crew ready in case something is suspected
That slut is coming because we're in full swing
With her, I smoke good stuff, then I fill her with milk
She acts like she doesn't, but she wants me to get obscene
I end up showing her the breasts
Ma-Ma-Malda'osa, how she rubs it, she likes those who walk on the rough side
Today we drink, we smoke, we enjoy and spend money where the affectionate ones are
(Marcianeke, brr)
Hit it, hit-hit-hit it
Hit it, hit it
Hit it, hit-hit-hit it
Hit it, hit it
Hit it, raise it, up-down-up
While I'm rolling and burning the joint
In the club, throwing money when it's bouncing
The one who was pitching the copi is sucking it
Hit it, raise it, down
While I'm rolling and burning the joint
In the club, throwing money when it's bouncing
The one who was pitching the copi is sucking it (Marcianeke)
Drunk, partying in the clubs
These guys think they're tough, but they haven't stolen
They see us with the van, the chain, they're mad
Some smoke weed, others are on their phones making the barbecue
I've had too many beers, I have a pink bag
Come on, we're not tied down, and we form the tie
Calm down, I'm with my buddy, a slap and we leave you reeling
No-no-no, we're not going to vaporize
We take substances so we don't get stressed
The ring and the neck are gold, yellow but never yellowed
The shoes with mud, the beer and the cigarette
Hit it and grab you by the waist, calm down, I don't tie myself up
Free for my buddies who are in the pot
Hit it, raise it, up-down-up
While I'm rolling and burning the joint (BigCvyu)
In the club, throwing money when it's bouncing
The one who was pitching the copi is sucking it
Hit it, raise it, down
While I'm rolling and burning the joint
In the club, throwing money when it's bouncing
The one who was pitching the copi is sucking it
Hit it, hit-hit-hit it
Hit it, hit it
Hit it, hit-hit-hit it
Hit it, hit it
Marcianeke
BigCvyu
If I were you, I'd shut up
What do they know about style?, we are the style
Hit it, hit it, hit it
Hit it, hit it, hit it
Hit it