512 (feat. Jhay Cortez)

Today she says she arrives after 12 o'clock
After 12 o'clock, after 12 o'clock
And she rides in trucks that look like pieces
That look like pieces, that look like pieces

She moves her ass so they enjoy it
So they enjoy it, so they enjoy it
She always goes for wine and 512
And 512, and 512

To 512
Girl, tell your boyfriend to come out of the closet
Sometimes she drinks red, sometimes she drinks rosé
Drunk she sings 'No Me Conoce'

I know she hasn't had a cat for a while
What she wants is fun, on the beach, with champagne
She has a somewhat retro flow, sometimes wears Vans
She has a couple of jealous ones, but they don't get to her

The bottles going down, the note going up
She moves that ass to see who's watching her
The drinks come to her without asking for them
A lot of talking shit and eating a lot of shit

The night is for grass and fighting
She doesn't play ball, but she pitches
She doesn't sell drugs, but they all copy her flow
She got her teeth done, not even the sun whitens them
The baby always pretty, never ugly

That's normal, that's routine
She says the most— sometimes are the finest
Put premium on it, she likes gasoline
She smokes and gets high
I'll marry her if she fucks like she cooks

She moves her ass so they enjoy it
So they enjoy it, so they enjoy it
She always goes for wine and 512
And 512, and 512

She moves her ass so they enjoy it
So they enjoy it, so they enjoy it
She always goes for wine and 512
And 512, and 512

The one who goes on missions, that's my shorty
She always escapes, but she never posts stories
She likes to move her ass so they throw money at her
She has a gringo kitty, but she wants a bori

Make her sweat and eat her whole in the back seat
Jealous ones see her well and want to give their opinion
They don't reach her level and want to brag

Baby, let's go, but far away, I compare that ass
But don't fight, that's why I leave her
I was a son of a bitch, baby, even though I act dumb
They see me and they feel complex

And the baby is fine, ah
But she used to go all the way down in the marquees parties
And it's routine
That we eat even in the cabin

She has discipline
She comes without warning and knows that I love it
I put premium on her, if she asks for gasoline
She's a gangster cat, but a fine one

And today she said she arrives after 12 o'clock
After 12 o'clock, after 12 o'clock
And she rides in trucks that look like pieces
That look like pieces, that look like pieces

She moves her ass so they enjoy it
So they enjoy it, so they enjoy it
She goes for wine and 512
And 512, and 512
(And 512, and 512)