Corintios 13:12 (feat. Cruz Cafuné)

Yeah, yeah
Cruzzi
Rolling with God
Tenerife, Buffalo, MÉCÈN, yeah
Ayo

Writing lyrics like a salsa singer with the look of a gangster
My life fits in three Rimowas, two LaCies, and a pillbox
Mine does the cooking while smoking a joint
Could have ten doctorates for how smart it is, yeah

MÉCÈN in all my prayers (Ah)
Jumped in the Rover and went to see the chick
The bastard thinks he's in The Wire
Plays Ruff Ryders to study pawn structures

Morning at Harrods, night bath
My love language is threads of drool from my mouth to the pussy
Fufu, egusi, pussy, eating with hands
Domis macheteros rapping over Jamaican rhythms (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

The kiss of death
Rented a GLS 600 just to bounce
The power turns her on, I masturbate her while she eats
And that shit beeping, we don't wear seat belts

Pull out ten pairs of size 43 (Ah)
Roasting goat at Korité
Wax fabric, Jordan breds (Grrt)
Complete the quest and return to the crib with the gruyère

The corner of the page folded by Corinthians
Teaching her how to use seafood tongs
Your plate gets cold from staring at mine
It's my brother's birthday, so it's mine too, yeah

Silence inside the Vito
The driver doesn't speak, the gorillas frown
You sense trouble but only hear the distant hum of their earpieces
Pss-pss, oh-oh

Flygod, throwing it back in the Whirlpool
Steam comes out, I breathe it in and get a high
She sees me, laughs, and takes a shot at the widow, pff
He's used to it, for him it's like cooking with a glass of wine (Ayo)

We sold drugs on the block (Ah)
I wake up to a junkie every morning (Ah)
Headshot, let the fucker snore (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Bon voyage, icy neck when I flex in a Ghost getting head

While I gaze at the stars, vintage Guess overalls
One strap God, Pope White Tesla truck (Skrrt)
With stained glass doors, see my face on Forbes
Drug dealer in big letters

The Lord of all Lords, everything I say is a masterpiece (Ah)
My young guy claps his gun
Need a job? Come to the Ritz Carl, ask for me (Brr)
Eastside Buffalo full of tragedy (Ah)
Evisus beat up, torn up, looking raggedy

Ayo, one Glock, two Glocks, we all got Glocks
And if I shoot, then you shoot, we all gonna shoot (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
We're in this together, eye for an eye, me is you
I gotta do whatever it takes, we live off of blood money

One Glock, two Glocks, we all got Glocks (Ah)
And if I shoot, then you shoot, we all gonna shoot (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
We're in this together, eye for an eye, me is you
I gotta do whatever it takes, we live off of blood money

This record is so damn gangsta, man
I think it's time for me and you to just, tone it down a bit