Tony Montana

It's Wicked Outside
River control, river control

So that they know the fucking dick how we blow it'
Since we were fifteen years old, with radio and horn, we became involved
Sailor dresses, soldier clothing
I die of laughter when I look at those tied up
Well, that fucking marijuana player played the role in Manhattan
Or I get involved in a private party with Nata
Chains with baguettes look stupid to me
If I didn't hit the ball, I sent it further away
Full of diamonds driving new cars
The escorts take care of us with the short egg
I also bring a leg and with my short in one
And with that hot people I have breakfast

I bring connections, I'm at my best
I bring bills like I'm Bruce Wayne
For the dunes, I pull myself to Chicali
Burning pot in the style of Bob Marley
Ma-Marley, commandos that take care of us in the houses
I also have friendships with the baddest people in the square
The most worn chest in the style of GTA V
And he knows that with the fucking gun I will hit him
From Richie with red cut, limited edition
I can see my license plate, I put on my Prada glasses
Life became easy overnight
And I only turn on one while Punta Cana thunders

Fuck it, Tony Montana
Burning the Fly, marijuana cocks
Damn it, it's morning
An Argentina, I wake up in bed
Well we are not clowns and we are not playing
And we bring the fucking irons here to detonate them
Well we are not clowns and we are not playing
And we bring the fucking irons here to detonate them

Pa'-pa'-pa'-pa', -pa' detonate them
Pa'-pa'-pa'-pa', -pa' detonate them

A Jacob on the right and a pulse on the other wrist
Order more substances because this is just beginning
My rosary shines low and there I have two, three chains
I spend the money to see if it's full inside
I'm already bored with Chuckys, here I bring more
Come on, chula, I'm going to give you crunch, mataile-rilero
We left the convoy well, pure action figure

Loca, I fuck your hole, say: No Kors
Fifty at Lou' Vuitton, twenty-five at Loubs
Tell me if you can, I think not
Make way, here comes the bad guy and don't be scared, bu
Make way, here comes the bad guy and don't be scared
Make way, here comes the bad guy and don't be scared, bu
Boo, boo, boo, haha
Boo

Fuck it, Tony Montana
Burning the Fly, marijuana cocks
Damn it, it's morning
An Argentina, I wake up in bed
Well we are not clowns and we are not playing
And we bring the fucking irons here to detonate them
Well we are not clowns and we are not playing
And we bring the fucking irons here to detonate them

Pa'-pa'-pa'-pa', -pa' detonate them
Pa'-pa'-pa'-pa', -pa' detonate them
Pa'-pa'-pa'-pa', -pa' detonate them
Pa'-pa'-pa'-pa', -pa' detonate them