Maliante Caro

At fat
What you di yy yyy yyy
Ey ey eyy mami eyyy mmm eyyy eyy
What you think Machiavellian a nira ticdill like Nelly

Bro, I want her number
Like Balotelli
Discipline because she is of high birth (ah)
And she has a fucking ego
Northern lights, another Norwegian jizz
A couple of percs to fall into her game
Ecstasy in her mind

My red eyes contemplated the freak with strange tastes
She likes expensive thugs that her parents didn't accept
My red eyes contemplated the freak with strange tastes
She likes expensive thugs, hey

My attention is on her, two hits, crystals, I uncork the bottle
And I return to the note where the adrenaline
Makes her more than horny, the night is a paradigm
So, let the desire respond yee

Rock your body girl

That you break your ass
It became worldwide

Motherfucking afro beat and the essential thing
Is that you don't stop girl

Touch touch to touch
My freaky girl I need you so much
Touch touch to touch
My freaky girl

My red eyes contemplated the freak with strange tastes
She likes expensive thugs that her parents didn't accept
My red eyes contemplated the freak with strange tastes
She likes expensive thugs

She likes thugs with connections
Support or without money, ak for the fool who doesn't realize
That a thug with flow looks good on her
A thug with flow looks good on her
I told you Latin Fresh you get carried away bata bata
You try to be holy but you're a real sata
A thug with flow looks good on you
A thug with flow looks good on you

She doesn't kill at night and it scares her
And of course, the fucking shatta that penetrates and mistreats her
She likes a thug with flow
She likes a thug with flow

My red eyes contemplated the freak with strange tastes
She likes expensive thugs that her parents didn't accept
My red eyes contemplated the freak with strange tastes
She likes expensive thugs

She likes my artistic flow, my acrylic provider, and I get basilico
She likes it when I drop a track, because I'm a crack and my car goes back
She likes when the yeyo interprets, the shine, the picket, in the lyrics I'm Dexter
She likes this fucking ghetto kid

The Yeyoo

My red eyes contemplated the freak with strange tastes
She likes expensive thugs that her parents didn't accept