Bastian Laurent

Ah, that dude is so conceited
Ever since he arrived from France, nobody can stand him
But hey, look at this - what's up with this chick, huh?
Hang out with us instead (no, daddy, that's [?])
Daddy, you know what?
I'm gonna tell you the truth
Hello sir, could you please turn down the music?
Hey, where did this dude come from, man? Haha
Don't talk to me like that, you jerk

I don't like those Gucci flows, I already have an Orion belt, ha!
Seeing it on me is a luxury, not an option
Stuck Air Force Ones, and a lotion gelato
I gather firewood on the street, to grill a fillet mignon, ha!
And what elegance Bastian has, not the French one
Welcome to the deathtrap, enjoy your stay
My arrogance is justified on the beat
Even though on my Facebook it says I work in laziness
The only thing I flaunt is rap, even in my walk
A couple of rusty chains hanging by my side
Talk to me daddy, neither: Bonjour, nor: Hello, nor: 你好
I have more class than a Bancolombia bank
Having too much feels like crap
I just want the Elnagh, not a million hectares of Sarmiento angle
I don't know those snobs, I don't even want to greet them
I just know music plays when they start to scream
Get the fuck out of my place, you annoying motherfucker
They play my song at your spot and people go crazy, ha!
Even if they don't want to, they get what they deserve
Their intolerance is quite something, even if their money isn't little, ha!
The curtains are my backdrop
If I insult the blue blood, I become Bastian Laurent
Candles in the drawer, weed under the mattress
I'm the son of Carla Sierra, not of Christopher Columbus, motherfucker

You know, as always
Saygi, AG Rec
Oh boy! (How cool!)
Ah, that dude is so conceited
Ever since he arrived from France, nobody can stand him
But hey, look at this - what's up with this chick, huh?
Hang out with us instead (no, daddy, that's [?])
Daddy, you know what?
I'm gonna tell you the truth
Hello sir, could you please turn down the music?
Hey, where did this dude come from, man? Haha
Don't talk to me like that, you jerk

I don't like those Gucci flows, I already have an Orion belt, ha!
Seeing it on me is a luxury, not an option
Stuck Air Force Ones, and a lotion gelato
I gather firewood on the street, to grill a fillet mignon, ha!
And what elegance Bastian has, not the French one
Welcome to the deathtrap, enjoy your stay
My arrogance is justified on the beat
Even though on my Facebook it says I work in laziness
The only thing I flaunt is rap, even in my walk
A couple of rusty chains hanging by my side
Talk to me daddy, neither: Bonjour, nor: Hello, nor: 你好
I have more class than a Bancolombia bank
Having too much feels like crap
I just want the Elnagh, not a million hectares of Sarmiento angle
I don't know those snobs, I don't even want to greet them
I just know music plays when they start to scream
Get the fuck out of my place, you annoying motherfucker
They play my song at your spot and people go crazy, ha!
Even if they don't want to, they get what they deserve
Their intolerance is quite something, even if their money isn't little, ha!
The curtains are my backdrop
If I insult the blue blood, I become Bastian Laurent
Candles in the drawer, weed under the mattress
I'm the son of Carla Sierra, not of Christopher Columbus, motherfucker

You know, as always
Saygi, AG Rec
Oh boy! (How cool!)