Whap (part. Gloosito y Kaissen)
Ah, ah
Yeah, ah
Quítame la venda, puta, no me vendas
Escribiendo cuadros como Rembrandt
Me corto hasta la oreja por la Absenta
Esculpo tormentas
Se arriman a mi Sol porque calienta
Dudo que me quieran, que lloren cuando muera
El lobo les gustaba, se asustan si se acerca
Que han cerra'o todas las puertas
Ahora bajo yo del monte, me miran las muertas
Con dos cojones, sin caleta
Rajas en la celda, blanco o negro es mi paleta
El corazón en la maleta
Si eso cuando quieras, perra, me la traes de vuelta
Escritura sumeria, tu coño pa' mí es gloria
Difícil que entienda tanta mierda aleatoria
Safir soldado de la noche
Brilla mi luz propia mucho más que todas sus gold chains
Okay, conocí a esa yegua y fui su yóquey
Voy con cara seria, este es mi póker
Refresca el Sol hasta en el ocre
Soy como Verónica, pero a mí ni me nombres
Porque aquí todos somos hombres
Nos medimos en dinero y guerra, billetes y golpes
Estoy recién salí'o de boxes
Si no lo arreglamos nos matamos entonces
Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, dame neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, dame neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Lo primero: Que le follen al rap y este game de humos
Tengo cena con la empresa, baby, tráeme todo el oro
Cordones y brazaletes, tú ya sabes cómo somos
Superespacial, Mr. Fly, ese es mi apodo
Mi boo se pasa horas en salones de belleza
Solo para estar perfecta cuando me va a dar cabeza
Envasadora 3. 5, sí, sigo enamorado
No te puedo contar mucho, eres un Zazza El Italiano
A estos les cuentas algo serio y se creen que lo han vivido
Yo me hice rico de los palos, pussy, nunca de los timos
Conozco uno con par de bodies, nunca he dicho que son demons
Tres onzas en medio litro, esto ya no sabe a lemon
En un G Wagon con la ganga, no llorando en una limo
Lo que a unos les quita el sueño, para mí esto es divertido
Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, dame neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Zorra, quiéreme antes de que muera
Sé que no es tan fácil
Ni aunque estés en mis DMs to' los días sé que no está pa' mí
Necesito una thug, mi baby thug, no me gustan Barbies
Y aunque siga caminando intacto, créeme, no es tan fácil
Rodando por la Sierra con la feria en la backpack
Skillibeng con la bolsa modo whap-whap
Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, dame neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, dame neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Se arriman a mi Sol porque calienta
Baby, dame neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Escribiendo cuadros como Rembrandt
Baby, dame neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Se arriman a mi Sol porque calienta
Baby, dame neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Se arriman a mi Sol porque calienta
Whap (feat. Gloosito and Kaissen)
ah ah
Yeah, ah
Take off the blindfold, bitch, don't sell me
Writing paintings like Rembrandt
I cut myself up to my ear because of Absinthe
I sculpt storms
They come close to my Sun because it warms
I doubt that they will love me, that they will cry when I die
They liked the wolf, they get scared if he approaches
That they have closed all the doors
Now I come down from the mountain, the dead look at me
With two balls, without a cove
Cracks in the cell, black or white is my palette
The heart in the suitcase
If that's when you want, bitch, bring it back to me
Sumerian writing, your pussy is glory for me
It's hard for me to understand so much random shit
Night Soldier Safir
My own light shines much brighter than all your gold chains
Okay, I met that mare and I was her jockey
I go with a serious face, this is my poker
Refreshes the Sun even in the ocher
I'm like Verónica, but don't even name me
Because here we are all men
We measure ourselves in money and war, bills and blows
I'm just out of the pits
If we don't fix it we'll kill ourselves then
Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
First thing: Fuck rap and this smoke game
I have dinner with the company, baby, bring me all the gold
Laces and bracelets, you already know how we are
Superspace, Mr. Fly, that's my nickname
My boo spends hours in beauty salons
Just to be perfect when I'm going to give myself head
Packing machine 3. 5, yes, I'm still in love
I can't tell you much, you are a Zazza El Italiano
You tell them something serious and they think they have experienced it
I got rich from the sticks, pussy, never from the scams
I know one with a couple of bodies, I have never said they are demons
Three ounces in half a liter, this no longer tastes like lemon
In a G Wagon with the bargain, not crying in a limo
What keeps some people awake at night, for me this is fun
Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Bitch, love me before I die
I know it's not that easy
Even if you're in my DMs every day, I don't know that it's not there for me
I need a thug, my baby thug, I don't like Barbies
And even if I keep walking intact, believe me, it's not that easy
Rolling through the Sierra with the fair in the backpack
Skillibeng with the bag whap-whap mode
Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
They come close to my Sun because it warms
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
Writing paintings like Rembrandt
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
They come close to my Sun because it warms
Baby, give me neck-neck-neck-neck-neck
They come close to my Sun because it warms