Punta Cana (part. Kevin AMF)

And it's his friend Kevin
Bye

High-end, nouveau riche, I'll explain it to you later
For Punta Cana or a private in Puerto Rico
I get pulled into madness wherever I go
Load good support from the Deltas and the commanders

Envelopes, guys, what's up? Yeah, I'll jump on that too
I arrive armed with a gun in an Audi RS 5
I'm going out to give the role in the Porsche GT3
They know the bad guys are around, they get scared when they see me

At Tomorrowland I do want to party
Or there, in Morocco, to go on vacation
I get the fair, you know, I pick it up even in Dubai
My business, bastard, if I'm international

The Navy knocked down some of my jobs
And zero failures, they took away from me in one day
There's plenty of money here and I spend it in Türkiye
I put them in from the line of an Aunt

And, oh, it turns him on that he's in the operation
He likes me to move the cash around
And he doesn't say anything, he just always enjoys it
She is the finest, but her friend is a whore

And I throw away bills in the clubs
Just for that, I can help the cats a little bit
My photos in the style of Commander Anthrax
And also in the style of how to spend the bales
Fuck you, hunk, bottles on the floor

I eat the one I want, I never remain a hedgehog
It's the weekend, head to Punta Cana
I'm bringing a hit, which is more than a dick, it ends

Satellites to knock down signals
I argue with the bosses and the team is there to work for them
I'm going to Switzerland, to a mountain
On a private jet that the skill gave me

I bring the fang, when hot I pull more
I carry the third to take care of Culiacán
The school that I carry, no one will carry
Here we are at school ready to act

He likes baisas and smoking weed
I put dembow on him and his butt bounces
He loves mine, my money too
The bad friends I have abroad

Pure strawberry narco, princesses on the table
Here I bring the powder just in case, in case it stresses me out
In European cars we go one after another
One, two, three days, it seems I haven't slept

I throw them and I unleash pure dick
With the babies it's time for a nightclub romp
Moët and Dom Pé' are never cheap for me
They pay me more when I lock them in the room

Machine gun or submachine gun
Here at CLN you already know that I am at my best
Pure iron rods, Iraqi type
Taliban embedded with a missile dessert

Plate-loading vest with CDS patch
Organized crime in the state of Sinaloa
If you already know that I put a frame on everything
Hallucinogens too, I got a mushroom

They don't give a damn if I live like a millionaire
I deliver the cheeses to your home, by plane
The goat horns in the truck beds
Pure civility from Marino, that's the point

I burn some really loaded kief balls
The chains and a Van Cleef slave are visible
Ice Box welcomes me with diamonds in warmth
Well, I pay them in cash

Pure rich dead
Just like that, from RIOVAR
He got back into production