Habrá

You know that everything comes down to having the weekend
Those bottles on the hands
Give him what he asks for, there is nothing to do
Or you have to wait and you don't know when you will be born again
It makes me want to what?, to be born again
And correct myself from the beginning to be a millionaire
Luckily I'm not that shitty
Lets get it on, I'm no more of the crowd
They call me young Crespo, I have
Churro in my pocket, lighter and twine I'm ready
Releasing Higuita's scorpion, do not insist
I don't take the crumbs
I love you and for the friend your little friend
And I'm not going to stop even if they make me look bad
It's just that I am a God like you but you didn't understand anything
You know that what was there is gone
And if you know that if I cross you you have to suck it
The tickets are not mine, as they come they go
They give me love, I turn around and they leave
But it doesn't matter, I'm lazy with borderware
Taking numbers, looking for wet holes I'm not very good, ma

It's what there is nigga, or what there will be nigga x8

So friend I'm not saying what is there
Check the price, I'll have it the same
So friend, I'm not saying what it is
Check the price, I'll have it the same

Look at me straight and tell me that I don't exist
That I don't care much about how I dress, and that's it
If that whore is staring
But I always insist on getting into riddles
And tell how kids, kids my age, live it
Raised in the '90s, born in the city
Raised in Villa Angélica, dreaming of flying
In airplanes that we saw the sky cross
Raised in society with anxiety
Wanting to steal what I can't buy
The tickets I had decided to fly
But you have to beat the cream and not let it cut, it is short for