Madison (part. Lil Pani)

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

We came, now you can tune up
The owners of trap and crime
Don't come closer, take it
So that they rhyme, suck and pamper

They know who we are, excuse me
We lit a strain in Vancouver
Two kilos on the floor of the Uber
And you ally with youtubers

Parrot pieces
A couple gives each other gifts and I both decorate
I'm buzi running on Marlboro
All your parts in barrels with chlorine

Those who go up come down
Good boys deal cards
Trap killing kick and snare
The wings cost about 8k, they wear a bow

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

Because we are who we are
With gorilla and they are not King Kong
I told you we were breaking up this year
They are to go to the mission

The good ones reached Madison
With two whores eating a filet mignon
You guys gathering for Paris
We are stabbing Don Perignon

I'm sending it to Zara, what's up, faggot?
At 20 he falls into Harley Davidson
We no longer wear all black Louis Vuitton
If they see us they know who we are

The good ones reached Madison
With two whores eating a filet mignon
With the Oregon number 32 jersey
My Cubans have kidney implants

In the panty is the movicom
Blast from the Harley Davidson
The Paris is closed to the gypsies
We are the bosses with those who are

Under your command I will go to the English Channel
The canals stain me above a hemp boat
Guadalajara restaurants, narrow corridors along the wide street
I throw the directions out of the court
Heavy handles, metal that catches

The Mercedes bastard with xenon lights
Today Agamenon falls to the ground
My short shot at John Lennon
I wave at the car and feel like Peron

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

In the hood tax haven, daddy panama papers
She has me as her wallpaper
Don't be so spicy, you bastard
We took out the Chili Peppers guitar

The mafia is not a clarion
We'll blow up the bomb in the ballet parking lot, you bastard
Flow Ricardo Darin
Throwing snow at the Mandarin Suites

We arrived at the room
They welcome us with lights, bottles and flares
A couple of bad girls are attached to us
Colombians, Dallas team

Smoking Apple Cookies
Up a Suzuki GSX
They stand side by side and are rookies
All green coconuts, Kawasaki

The Obie Wan Force
Young pei killing four teras of ram
In the dunes on a Dodge Ram
Smoking a Tarzan hair

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

Ask who's boss, even Siri knows
We step on your face, I'll leave you tattooed with amiri
If I break my word, I will commit harakiri

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

One. 40, motherfucker, shoots 220 BPM
From above a BM
We kill you and then you become a meme on social media

My baby was not born and already has two cars and a house on the coast
Five star hotels, dining on lobsters
Bees in honey and flies in dung

I am the virus that formatted your XP
Damn, I'm not the double P
I'm the SOB
Your ex-bitches exploit me through the PM

In Rosario, damn, I'm the one
Voltage without being Joule Volt
I'm knocking out those idiots like Europe
And the English in opium, oh, oh, oh

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

I'm sending it to Zara, what's up, faggot?
Rafagaso from Harley Davison
All in black, we no longer wear Louis Vuitton
Bastard, we are the bosses with those who are

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