Salimo de Noche (part. Tiago PZK)

The pressure in the neighborhood running
The envy inside the party stunning me
I know it hurts them that I have the sky under my feet

We go out at night sounding in the cars
The weed lit up, ah (the weed lit up)
I passed through La Boca, I went to Monte until the next day, ah

Before they didn't answer the call
Now they even offer me alcohol
She with Dolce perfume, dressed for the night
She's a bandit, ah

It's 6AM at the party
Tiago and Trueno have weed
I light up that necessary (oh!)
Neighborhood talent (oh!)
I feel like Daddy (ah)

We're going through La Boca on safari
Since we know you only go to the neighborhood for Cabi
Mami, I have the neighborhood (ready to give it)
O-O-Oh, I brought reggaeton, and the one before

Old school style, baby, like Tego Calderón
I feel like Román Riquelme
La Boca is coming to get me, mate

(Tr1, tell me)

We go out at night sounding in the cars
The weed lit up, ah
I passed through La Boca, I went to Monte until the next day, ah

Before they didn't answer the call
Now they even offer me alcohol
She with Dolce perfume, dressed for the night
She's a bandit, ah

She makes me feel like 2Pac Shakur
Baby, you for the jacuzzi
She's different, she doesn't like me for my music
Let's go to the clande, you calm
Nothing will happen to you if you're with the killers

I'm with TR1, earthquake for his cu'
I gather the best players from the club
Big One, Tatool, golden and blue
These fucking animals from the zoo escaped

A-A-And for those haters who stir things up
I rest them like Tévez doing the chicken dance
We're dropping bombs, bro, and we're not terrorists
Excuse me, miss, if you want

We go out at night sounding in the cars
The weed lit up, ah
I passed through La Boca, I went to Monte until the next day, ah

Before they didn't answer the call
Now they even offer me alcohol
She with Dolce perfume, dressed for the night
She's a bandit, ah

Before they didn't answer the call
Now they even offer me alcohol
She with Dolce perfume, dressed for the night
She's a bandit, ah

This party doesn't end, na'-na'
And at home is Argentina, ma-mai
It's Gotti A with Trueno, mate
What's up?
(Plo!)