Pichi

Punk, he's the pimp who punishes,
From the gate in the neighborhood,
Because there's not a girl,
Who doesn't want to be his friend,
With a sure service.

Punk, but I manage myself,
When one sneaks in,
If I don't let go of the fabric,
I take it, I supply it,
And stirring up the song,
I am a whip.

Punk, he's the pimp who punishes,
From the gate in the neighborhood,
And it's that there's not a girl,
Who doesn't want to be his friend,
Because he's a love whip.

Punk, don't spare sacrifices,
I educate and structure them,
And then I take out a coin,
To spend it on my vices,
And to look like a gentleman.

You're already love,
You're a sun.
With a mansion,
Give me a watch,
Buy me a rum.

Before they curl you with the perm,
And to soften you, use cold cream,
You can ask a chick for it,
But as for me, no one has been born.

Before they curl you with the perm,
And if you get overwhelmed, take cold seltzer,
You're my best friend,
Of what's worth nothing,
And I know of some out there,
Who are desperate for me,
But why me, why do they come, well it's me.

Before they curl you with the perm,
And to soften you, use cold cream,
You can ask a chick for it,
But as for me, no one has been born.

Before they curl you with the perm,
And to soften you, use cold cream.