It's violent in my te-tê it's a mess, his mother
Kichta, gamos cut love, glory and city
Deaf, dumb in front of the opj, I eat too much sorrel to be on a diet
My firecracker has caused too many victims, my bitch has many origins
I am a phenomenon as gaucho, in my 'phone, I have the gorbachev number
Trafficker as pablo, for love, she put the coke in her schnek
Fuck, it's serious, eh these days, I fuck everything, man these days, I'm fed, eh (gave, eh)
If you knew, I finished the work, I much more than before
Thank you stavo, that savages, jovial lifestyle, 700 horses
Thank you nimko thank you carlos thank you skao' thank you marlo (ouh)
At the tieks, we men do 50 balls a week
On guard at v', I smoke yellow and I fuck the keufs like never before
Envelopes settle trouble the shots calm the enemies
I lost a few years but fucks his mother like never before
You want the life of a tony, but you need the balls that go with it
You never shot him, you tell us
You want the life of pablo but you need the balls that go with it
You never sold the coke, you tell us
It's violent in my te-tê it's a mess, his mother
Kichta, gamos cut love, glory and city
I don't know how to do it anymore, how I have too many gold discs
It farts, it farts in my te-tê, violent, violent as el chapo
Hats off to the corner, the keufs, the keufs are in plain clothes
Rodave, rodave like rrain-té, ient-cli, ient-cli, showbiz, bitches
Evry, the Essonne angeles war of, gang war in the tess
I like it when she moves her fat while I smoke the room
My god, I have blood on my vip jacket, fuck the hess vip)
I always have to scratch my room always have to scratch my room
You want the life of a tony, but you need the balls that go with it
You never shot him, you tell us
You want the life of pablo but you need the balls that go with it
You never sold the coke, you tell us
It's violent in my te-tê it's a mess, his mother
Kichta, gamos cut love, glory and city