LOS DEPURO (feat. L-Gante)

Says, yeah
Young Kingz, baby
This is for all my people in Chile, Peru, and Argentina
For all the streets, for all the corners
Says

She dances, moves, shakes it and stirs it up
This is a gangster party, let the snitches circulate
Cover the stash in the hideout, let it rot
I light it up in the club because she wants it to get cloudy

Money rains down if she twerks that ass
How am I shining in the dark without any bling?
They came out like you, they’re losers
When they come with masks, I purge them right away

Ah, I throw the liquid, I live clear
When they message me, I reply in a fleeting way
Before, I was cruising the hood on a bike
If you see the machine, you’ll lose your breath

Baby, keep going
If they told you to set it up, just let me know
The whole crew is ready for the cash (easy money)
Speak clearly, babe, what do you want?

I get her pure, we laugh at the checkpoint
I’m connected with the mafia, doesn’t matter where I’m at
I bring them down to PR and send them to LV
Dude, your platonic love is my TBT

If I tell it, they won’t believe me, how much did I make?
They want to show off with the one I already executed
I want to go to Q with a girl in the coupe
Or if not, to Argentina to dance RKT, she’s a—

Eh, I was smoking weed on the corner of the hood
Teaching the kids, making cash without a schedule
Always ignoring the comments
Chasing the money because we want to be millionaires

Making music to play on the radio
To avoid unnecessary problems
I’m always with one who got lip fillers
My whole crew knows what I’m talking about

We’re on full-time rhythm because I got my people
I lace up my Nikes and roll with the crazies
I’m high, out of my mind
They know me because I brought the movement with a different beat

Get close to see how it feels
Always sporty and classy
I don’t mess with fake thugs
Come on, girl, move it back and forth

All the cash, -ta, flirty, -ta
Wild, no fakes
I made it, got out of jail and blew up
Bought two limos, but now I want three

She dances, moves, shakes it and stirs it up
This is a gangster party, let the snitches circulate
Boom, light it up, we’re rolling from Monday to Monday
I light it up in the club because she wants it to get cloudy

Money rains down if she twerks that ass
How am I shining in the dark without any bling?
They came out like you, they’re losers
When they come with masks, I purge them right away

Myke Towers
L-Gante, what’s up?
Maxi El Brother, for real
Cumbia 420 for the homies, ah
Omar Varela