Madison (feat. Lil Pani)

You know who we are, baby
We left, tell me, baby
wow

We came, now let's get together
The owners of trap and crime
Don't come close, take
So that they rhyme, that they suck and pamper

They know who we are, permission
We started a strain in Vancouver
Two kilos on the floor of the Uber
And you partner with youtubers

parrot pieces
A couple are given as gifts and I decorate both
I'm buzi running in Marlboro
All your parts in barrels with chlorine

Those who go up come down
Good boys deal cards
The trap killing hype and snare
About eight who are the alajas, they put on the bow

They went out of fashion like San Antonio
With a mask and gloves we went out to hunt him
To all of you one autumn afternoon

Because we are who they are
With gorilla and they are not King Kong
I told you that we broke up this year
They are for going ahead for the mission

The good ones made it to Madison
With two whores eating a file de mignon
You gathering for Paris
We are visiting Don Perignon

I send you to Zara, what's up faggot?
At 20 he falls into Harley Davidson
We don't wear Louis Vuitton anymore in black
If they see us they know that we are who they are

The good ones made it to Madison
With two whores eating a file de mignon
With Oregon's 32nd jacket
My Cuban women have kidney implants

In the mariconera there is the movicom
Gust from the Harley Davidson
Paris was closed to the gypsies
Bastard we are the bosses with whom they are

From your command I go to the English Channel
The canals stain my boat on top of a hemp
Restaurants in Guadalajara, narrow corridors along the wide street
I throw the indications out of the court
The heavy grips, the metal that snags

The bastard Mercedes with xenon lights
Today Agamemnon falls to the floor
My short shot at John Lennon
I wave for the car and I feel like Perón

I'm looking for my Evita
While I have the Barbies in my bottle
We're counting money, Bob Marley's churros
And more flow than Tego Calderón

In the tax haven hood, papi panama papers
She has me as wallpaper
Don't be spicy, bastard
We take out the Chili Peppers guitar

The mafia is not a clarion
We exploded the bomb for the parking lot, bastard
Flow Ricardo Darín
Throwing snow at the mandarine suites

We get to the room
They welcome us with lights, bottles and flares
A couple of bad girls hit us
Colombians, Dallas team

smoking apple cookies
Up a GSX Suzuki
They stand next to each other and they are rookies
All green coconuts, Kawasaki

The Obie WAN Force
Young pei killing four tera ram
In the dunes above a Dodge Ram
Smoking a tarzan hair

They know who we are
We lit six bars per topic
Three eight zero burns you
We got inside the system

Ask who's boss, even Siri knows
We step on your face, I leave your amiri tattooed
If I fail my word, I commit hara-kiri

We remain firm in the hamlet
Those rappers are all my kids
I caught so many fish that I returned them to the river
Stokean for wish, I North Face if it's cold

A. 40, motherfucker, shoot 220 BPM
From above a BM
We kill you and then on the networks you are a meme

My baby was not born and he already has two cars and a house on the coast
Five stars in hotels, dining on lobsters
The bees in the honey and the fly in the dung

I am the virus that formatted your XP
Bastard, I'm not the double P
I am the HDP
Your ex whores exploit me for MPs

In Rosario, bastard, I am the own
The voltage without being a Joule Volt
I'm knocking out those idiots like in Europe
And the English in opium, oh, oh, oh

The good ones made it to Madison
With two whores eating a filé minion
You gathering for Paris
My Cubans are ten kidney implants

I send you to Zara, what's up, faggot?
Rafagaso from Harley Davison
All black, we no longer wear Louis Vuitton
Bastard, we are the bosses they are with

You know who we are
Tell me, Zara
Tell me, Lil Pani
Tell me, cousin
We are the ones who are baby
We left