Triple S

That little devil likes the heat
Mom, I do live for the bonfire
I enter the club and everyone feels the pressure
I'm dressed in Philipp Plein and in my pockets, the cash

The club is full and I'm on fire
Many guys and many girls
The gun passing under the table

Don't look for a devil if you're not ready to burn
Mine are active waiting for a sign
I want a gangster girl who knows how to bounce
The short ones go inside, they won't frisk me

Mom, don't look for a devil if you're not ready to burn
Mine are active waiting for a sign
The short ones go inside, they won't frisk me
I want a gangster girl to start bouncing on me

I-I-I have thir—, I have thirty thousand pesos hooked on these jeans
You can see the comb through the neon lights, ma'
I-I'm crazy to enjoy that melon, ma'
I won't die without making a million first

I'm a player who lives to have fun, ah
You're a b*tch, living to twerk, ah
The triple S, loose, wild, and single, ah
Wants to twerk all night long, ah

And me, I'm a horny guy if I take two pickies
And in my bag, I have more grass than a hippie
Let's get in touch like Yaviah, wiki-wiki
I'm going to kill you like a forty with a fifty comb

Mom, your kitty got hooked
Of all these bastards, I'm the one who hits it the most
Against the wall, you and me
Let's forget about time, let's lose track

The club is full and I'm on fire
Many guys and many girls
The gun passing under the table
Th-Th-Those shots to the can if it hits the target

She likes the R's, the short ones and the AK's
Motorcycles and SUVs, and photos with the cash
Ready for trouble, a cat's fight

Don't look for a devil if you're not ready to burn
Mine are active waiting for a sign
I want a gangster girl who knows how to bounce
The short ones go inside, they won't frisk me

Mom, don't look for a devil if you're not ready to burn
Mine are active waiting for a sign
The short ones go inside, they won't frisk me
I want a gangster girl to start bouncing on me

(Hold on, mom)
I'm in a crazy mood
If you let me, I'll kiss you
Between the smoke and a lot of alcohol, few lights and a lot of clothes
I'm going to crash with my crew

I'm going to hit you hard so you respect me
You're tougher than a hit with a pacifier
I'm going to make you scream like a whistle
And I'm going to ride you like a cowboy (Ijah)

Let's break the dance floor (mom, break it)
Hard, mom, hard
And in the club, I flirt, lots of alcohol
Smoking, your body, teasing, gunplay, thug life

I didn't see anything and I don't know anything
Guys, welcome aboard the Magnum .357 flight, haha
With humility and respect, I'm ready to tell you that I'm the captain of the ship, haha

I'm the owner of the short skirts (you know)
And the favorite of the thugs who make money
The Street Is Mine coming soon, ha
Don't Sleep coming soon