LA JOYA DE ESTA ERA (feat. DE LA GHETTO)

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KOKISMO (KOKISMO, hahaha!), ah
Give me another galaxy (KOKISMO, duo; wuh)
Turn it up, Koki

Calls are coming in with offers, the street is on alert
I have a container with a couple of each here at the door
It's been 24 hours of partying, no one wants to rest
In Buenos Aires resting is the hardest thing
Playing without cards and winning the bet
In the city, almost the most trap on the planet
Here the truth will be uncorked like a champagne
We're hitting the charts with flip-flops
Hey, don't chat, I didn't see you in the street
Years of vision ahead, like an Aztec
If the drinks aren't good, Koki passes me another dry one
Athlete of the after-party, I feel like an athlete

Now they talk about Blue Label and Dom Pérignon
But we started with the blister in the Termidor
Before rapping with hunger in our mouths
Now a couple of flies want to eat our soup

I go out with the name of my brand on my shirt, on my jacket
I'm like Alfonsina Prieto from head to toe
I show up with diamonds the color of my flag
I'm the gem of this era
They ask me not to pause, I go to LaSauce
The flows are ok, unused
Inside the studio like in a jail
There's no offside here for getting ahead
I go out with the name of my brand on my shirt, on my jacket
I'm like Alfonsina Prieto from head to toe
I show up with diamonds the color of my flag
I'm the gem of this era
They ask me not to pause, I go to LaSauce
The flows are ok, unused
Inside the studio like in a jail
There's no offside here for getting ahead

Talk to me about dollars, don't talk to me about drugs
Talk to me about asses, don't talk to me about guns
Where I'm stepping, my footprint controls
I have God's hand, huh, Maradona flow
The smoke cloud, I'm smoking Buenos Aires
I'm good, scoring goals with bicycle kicks, flying through the air
The girls moving their asses on TikTok, dancing
This is too easy, YSY with De La Geezy, the snipers
Four knots in the bag
Dark glasses, it's already night, no one recognizes me
You greeted me and you already think you know me
Your mother's ****, son of a *****, avoid rubbing
That's why I smoke a whole pound
150 miles per hour on the highway
Breaking all the charts, huh, without a record label
I'm pure coke, the gem of this era
Listen, easy money, Geezy flow, Geezy, baby
We have all the shots in the flavors, like Dei V
The .40 on me, black like Leon Bailey, ah
An R for size

They ask me not to pause, I go to LaSauce
The flows are ok, unused
Inside the studio like in a jail
There's no offside here for getting ahead

Tell me, YSY
Tell them you're with De La Geezy
Inside the studio like a jail
Tell them I have the beard, the golden beard
Let them come
Puerto Rico and Argentina
Chuli gang, homie