TOY CHILL
Más que humilde, sencillo
Tengo la lu', sobra el brillo
Brilla cadena y anillo
Ta pa’ comé' un pastelillo
Suena el Calle en los pasillo'
Los tiro’ dejan casquillo'
Vos, che, gato, ponete pillo
Que no bancas ni un chascarrillo
Los turro' con los turro' y las rata' con los rastrillo'
¿Qué? ¿Qué? ¿Qué? ¿Qué?
Ahora sí, DJ Alan, a la joda pinchala
Sicariona con cara de mala
A la gata está pa' perrearla
Que yo quiero llevarla
Capturarla, secuestrarla, atraparla
Pa' subirla y bajarla
Capturarla, secuestrarla, atraparla
Pa' subirla y bajarla
Turra, yo estoy chill, atrevido de guachín
Dame trago’ y rin, tamo’ to' los pibe’ siempre al rin-tin-tín
Turra, yo estoy chill
Ella me pide que siga, y yo que mato la liga
Desde menores a full, más de una está dolida
No tienen iniciativa, 'ta meta fumar sativa
Y nosotro' sumamos tanto que la contadora está perdida
Guachines, hagan la fila
Soy el lápiz más potente, el escritor más diferente
El que pide la gente
La Banda de los Millone', siempre, siempre atentamente
El que te vuela la mente
Yo la pongo a perrear lentamente
Mi combo adentro del party somos como 120
Loquito’, loquillo', están todo' demente'
Yo la pongo a perrear lentamente
Yo la pongo a perrear lentamente
Yo la pongo a perrear lentamente
Loquito', loquillo', están todo' demente'
Yo la pongo a perrear lentamente
Yo la pongo a perrear lentamente
Yo la pongo a perrear lentamente
De menores a full
TOY CHILL
More than humble, simple
I got the cash, the shine is extra
Chain and ring shining
Ready to eat a little cake
Calle's music playing in the hallways
The shots leave casings
You, dude, fool, wise up
Can't handle even a joke
The tough guys with the tough guys and the rats with the rakes
What? What? What? What?
Now, DJ Alan, pump up the party
Bad girl with a mean face
She's ready to dance
I want to take her
Capture her, kidnap her, trap her
To lift her up and bring her down
Capture her, kidnap her, trap her
To lift her up and bring her down
I'm chill, daring and bold
Give me drinks and a ring, we're always with the boys
I'm chill
She asks me to continue, and I'm killing it
From a young age, many are hurt
They lack initiative, all about smoking weed
And we add so much that the accountant is lost
Kids, line up
I'm the most powerful pencil, the most different writer
The one people ask for
The Millionaires' Gang, always, always attentively
The one who blows your mind
I make her dance slowly
My crew inside the party, we're like 120
Crazy, they're all insane
I make her dance slowly
I make her dance slowly
I make her dance slowly
Crazy, they're all insane
I make her dance slowly
I make her dance slowly
I make her dance slowly
From a young age, many are hurt