BOXES (feat. DT.Bilardo y Al Records)

(Ah, now yes, bro)

She throws it to the floor like I do to my wick
She smokes the good stuff, I send her wick
She likes the pilots who send her 'guacha'
She twerks in the seat when she's drunk

Her 'toto' asks for fire and doesn't ask for details
She wants to go all out and not let the 'chile' explode
Fame doesn't tarnish me, money doesn't satisfy me
The dashboard doesn't deceive me, I never lose my skill, eh

I step on it and accelerate, I raise it and it sounds,
It looks like an old car, but it lifts her up
She doesn't refuse to get on
That's my girl

Daring and streetwise
They came out like 'die' that say they are street
But they're all 'chucu', the size doesn't fit you
I knew that one day the time would come
To break it and bill ten thousand per hour

We're with the DT, faster than a 2T
Extraterrestrial like E.T, always making money
Call him if you want but he won't answer you
He's busy setting up, saving up for the Corvette

The father of a birth, a teacher, your mentor
I'll stick with the place, it suits me better
Dressed TrasherBoy, a baby doll girl
She nails her minishort, if she wants I'll break it

Fast, clever, friendly, daring
She wants sativa and active
She tails on the avenue, playing big leagues
If this starts, it doesn't end, we're not going to the sidelines

We have talent, style, 'chamu', everything but hair
And don't forget to speak with a Matanza accent
We're the good ones, if she throws her tail back, I stick to her
A new sound

She throws it to the floor like I do to my wick
She smokes the good stuff, I send her wick
She likes the pilots who send her 'guacha'
She twerks in the seat when she's drunk

Eh, Perro Primo the one who coughs
COVID after twelve
This is cumbia 4:20, DT.Bilardo
Al Records, to the rhythm
Kriterio Music
(Always 'turro', never 'mantecón', more expensive than a 'picón')
Maxi El Brother
(They look for me because I always have the point)