Bichotes Con Clase
La paso cobrón por si no hay mañana
En el capsulón no bajo la ventana
Yo tengo hermanos, ya no tengo panas
Siempre Sosa, nunca Tony Montana
No me digas bro
To el que me tiro la mala se quebró
Las putas parecen rescatas de bang bros
La mami no estaba hecha, quería su cosecha y se le sembró
¿Pa que una? Si puedo tener 2
La que me había olvidao ahora se acordo
Viendo como se relambe la que decía fo
Me ven flaquito desde que el bolsillo engordo
A muchos les molesta que ronque
El que no me soporte que se ahorque
Debajo del agua les tapo el snorker
Por que frontean sin tener torque
Chequea como se hace
Bichotes con clase
No me doy los pases
Pero vendo el pase
Cuidao con lo que haces
Sin disfrases bajan los del barrio y del case
Y que suene el Rankankankan de los tiros
A mi corillo nunca me le viro
Las cubanas y las sortijas con saphiro
Acá arriba ya yo ni los miro
Yo no hablo mucho yo resuelvo
Esquivo los ojos de los cuervos
Donde quiera que lo pongo cuando quiera vuelvo
Prefiero callarme lo que observo
Pa callarlos con lo que en la cuenta conservo
Me bajan cash
A veces en check
Your bitch wanna smash
Y yo que ando fresh
Tengo culos que en 4 se me safa el amen
En las de PR ya estoy en el top 10
La paso cabrón por si no hay mañana
En el capsulon no bajo la ventana
Yo tengo hermanos, ya no tengo panas
Siempre Sosa, nunca Tony Montana
No me digas bro
To el que me tiro la mala se quebró
Las putas parecen rescatas de bang bros
La mami no estaba hecha, quería su cocecha y se le sembro
¿Pa que una? Si puedo tener 2
La que me había olvidao ahora se acordo
Viendo como se relambe la que decía fo
Me ven flaquito desde que el bolsillo engordo
A muchos les molesta que ronque
El que no me soporte que se ahorque
Debajo del agua les tapo el snorker
Por que frontean sin tener torque
Classy Gangsters
I have a blast as if there's no tomorrow
In the big car, I don't roll down the window
I have brothers, no longer have buddies
Always Sosa, never Tony Montana
Don't call me bro
All those who talked bad about me broke down
The chicks look like they're from bang bros
The mommy wasn't ready, she wanted her harvest and it was sown
Why settle for one? When I can have 2
The one who forgot me now remembered
Watching how the one who used to say no licks her lips
They see me skinny since the pocket got fat
Many are bothered by my snoring
Those who can't stand me can hang themselves
I cover their snorkel under the water
Because they front without any power
Check out how it's done
Classy gangsters
I don't give myself the passes
But I sell the pass
Be careful with what you do
Without disguises, the guys from the hood and the case come down
And let the gunshots of Rankankankan sound
I never turn my back on my crew
The Cubans and the rings with sapphires
Up here, I don't even look at them
I don't talk much, I solve
I dodge the eyes of the vultures
Wherever I put it, whenever I want, I come back
I prefer to keep quiet about what I observe
To shut them up with what I keep in the account
They pay me in cash
Sometimes in check
Your girl wants to hook up
And I'm out here looking fresh
I have butts that make me lose my mind in doggy style
In the PR charts, I'm already in the top 10
I have a blast as if there's no tomorrow
In the big car, I don't roll down the window
I have brothers, no longer have buddies
Always Sosa, never Tony Montana
Don't call me bro
All those who talked bad about me broke down
The chicks look like they're from bang bros
The mommy wasn't ready, she wanted her harvest and it was sown
Why settle for one? When I can have 2
The one who forgot me now remembered
Watching how the one who used to say no licks her lips
They see me skinny since the pocket got fat
Many are bothered by my snoring
Those who can't stand me can hang themselves
I cover their snorkel under the water
Because they front without any power