PUMA

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Skrrrr
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Prrrrr

They call me The Para
I hit him in the face
My homie told me not to kill him
Better to tie him up
Watch my flaws
I hit him with the stick, leave him to [?]
Here we don’t stop, you’ll wash the dishes
Leave Sara alone already

At Zara, buying it expensive, climbing mountains
He flew nonstop with balls on boats
With waves of gusts with balls
The squad goes solo
Shit hits hard, the track rolls, it’s lit
Thinking about Lola, pouring rum and Coke
I want my movie, to have a line

Chillin' with Piccolo, my yolo's
Let them sing along at the shows
We’re fucking, bumping elbows
I get up solo, two ice cubes and solo
Wolves are looking for me, I remember they steal
The lilacs, the fools, playing with Lolo
The cross, on the bus, in the south, in the hood, looking for flush
Listening to Laqueen from the life of the street
Another goal from Lamine, from Zizou

They call me the one
My G's without my crew, my cigar
Tonight I swear I’ll cast a spell on you
I’ll leave the dark under the wall
Let the world rise
Die more pure
Every day that passes, harder

I hit harder
At 200, but I carb it
With carbon fiber
When I get pissed, I feel like an icon
Arriving in Mykonos without touching the cones
No tone changes
I switch the leather of the throne
Magenta

In red, I like that shade
Remember the blood, the war, and the hunger
When you feel the cramp in jail looking at the wire
It’s already getting late, doesn’t know his name
Dreamed of being at the top
Burning the coke in the fire

The payos, the kicks, the wires
The judge found him guilty
The house is burning, you saw a couple of
The blame, the mayor
Thought about grabbing that sword because no one was giving you a hand

The bosses say don’t talk
They see you as strange, that you’re not stable
Gunshots are heard and I’m with the tablet
Casino, Scorsese with De Niro, Pesci
Ordering prosciutto with Pepsi
I’m not Cristiano, just call me Messi
Completing the thesis, open your eyes
I’m out at sea, I’m with the others

I feel like Amenábar, Almodóvar
Hours pass staring at the stars
I lost the patrol
If they ask, we always have gaps
Never help the payos
On a fast, I don’t eat the trash they serve you at the headquarters
When they come to assess your doubts and you feel lost in those gaps

I’ll wait for you in the 7awma, in the mist
I’ll wait for you in the 7awma, in the mist
With tigers, with jaguars, with pumas
With tigers, with jaguars, with pumas
I’ll wait for you in the 7awma, in the mist
With gypsies dressed in Puma
I’ll wait for you in the jauma, in the mist (Khoya)
Smoke, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah