Punta Cana

And it's his buddy Kevin.
bye

High-end, nouveau riche, I'll explain it to you later
For Punta Cana or a private in Puerto Rico
It drives me crazy wherever I go
Good support from the Deltas and the commanders

Envelopes, envelopes, what's wrong? Well yes, I also jump
I arrived packed in an Audi RS 5
I go out to play the role in the Porsche GT3
They know the bad guys are around, they get scared when they see me

In Tomorrowland if I want to party
Or there, in Morocco, to go on vacation
The fair falls on me, you know? I'll even pick it up in Dubai.
My bastard business, if I'm international

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

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

And I go throwing bills in the clubs
Just pa, I can help the cats a little
My photos in the style of Commander Antrax
And also in the style of how to spend the bales
To the massive cock, bottles on the floor

I eat the one I want, I never stay a hedgehog
It's the weekend, get ready for Punta Cana
I bring a big ball, that more than a dick it ends

Satellites to knock down signals
I get angry with the bosses and the team is for their jobs
I'm going to Switzerland, to a mountain
On a private jet that my skill gave me

I bring the fang, hotly I pull more
I carry the terciadito to take care of Culiacán
The school that I run, no one is going to run
Here we are at school ready to act

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

Pure strawberry narco, princesses on the table
Here I bring the dust in case, in case I get stressed
In European cars we leave in a row
One, two, three days, it looks like I haven't slept

I shoot them and pure cock unleashes me
With the babies it's time to unload the club
The Moet and the Dom Pé' never come cheap for me
They pay me more when I lock them in the room

Submachine gun or submachine gun
Here at CLN you already know that I am a thousand
Pure iron cocks, type of the Iraqi
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 box to everything
Hallucinogens too, I fucked a mushroom

Damn if I live a million dollars
I deliver the cheeses to your home, by plane
Goat horns in truck beds
Pure civility from Marino, that's the net

I burn some bongazos loaded with kief
The chains and a slave Van Cleef appear
Ice Box receives me the diamonds in heat
Well, shamefully, I pay them in cash.

Pure rich dead
Just like that, from RIOVAR
Once again it was set up in production