América do Norte
Rh Colombiano
North America
For those who doubted
RH once again
Feel the bass of my sound
The scent of glitter
North is
North is
North is
Drop the ride to the ground and let it scrape
The feds are easy to dodge for us
And if the scene gets messy, we’ll head abroad
I love hearing the girls call me baby
No bullshit, less drama, cash in the bag
Cruising the streets, escape in black kicks
With a beanie or a cap
A cool pair of pants, fresh kicks and a jacket
She wants to get wild, hop in the truck
It’s the smooth mustache, expert in the game
She’s got friends, babe, it’s all good
I’m with my crew too
In my bed, I want a hundred, like a sheik in a harem
They want to see me down, but I’m doing fine
Making smoke, it’s the Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
They want to see me down, but I’m doing fine
Making smoke, it’s the Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
If money is the bait
I’ve already cast my net
To catch piranhas, smoking some green
It’s a ride with me to fall in love
Sitting shotgun, rolling a joint
Waking up in the Caribbean, sleeping in Guarujá
Making sweet love, feeling the ocean breeze
She cries, begs, comes on her knees
To roll with me and my crew
She cries, begs, comes on her knees
To roll with me and my crew
I’m a child of the night, I show up and steal the scene
I’m into blondes, but I’m all about the brunettes
And those who talked shit, now they’re my fans
I hooked up with their friends, woke up with their sister
And those who talked shit, now they’re my fans
I hooked up with their friends, woke up with their sister
They want to see me down, but I’m doing fine
Making smoke, it’s the Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
They want to see me down, but I’m doing fine
Making smoke, it’s the Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
I grew up in the ghetto
Where I earned my respect
I believe in Jesus Christ
On the street, I’ll be back
I’m from the streets
And I’m not scared of anyone
You don’t even have the stance
It could cost you a lot
If you’re not careful
From where I stand
I’m all about the cash
But she doesn’t have my back
I walk through fire, I can handle a lot
And when I was younger, I dreamed of a Corolla
Now I’m in the States, payments only in dollars
On this side, North America
Missing my family, it hits hard in my chest
They want to see me down, but I’m doing fine
Making smoke, it’s the Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
They want to see me down, but I’m doing fine
Making smoke, it’s the Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
Beijamim Franklen, klen, klen
