Grime de Puto

Puto's Grime

Fuck, oh oh, that's what we wanted
That's what we wanted
That's what we wanted and the guys couldn't do it
Had to come and release the mess for them to move to the ground
These sluts, these fucking bitches
Make her move her ass to the ground to show that it's the daddy she wants

Puto's grime, she wants debauchery
Drug crime jewelry
DJ Marquinho, gangster party
Tape mark of a bandit
Wearing Kenner and not Melissa

Spending her 7 lives in the night
Whiskey with coconut for 7 days
7 cloned cards counting the digits
More dangerous than 7 bullets
For each alias, there are 7 names

More dangerous than 7 bullets
Snow White and her 7 men
Shows up at the base at 7 o'clock
Says she wants a throwback to about 7
The train is on the track, nothing holds

Disgusted face towards the police car
Wants to travel to the Milky Way
Wants me whole, stubborn
Using my head, I made her weak
Dick to scratch her in the x9

Escape from the cops on Route 66
I can't mess up, I'm from 99
Escape from the cops at midnight
At home, she asks for a 69
Friends buy me a 12-gauge, a 12-gauge (fe fe)

In the relic of Buffalo Bill
Dressed in Ecko, passing as a bandit
And she's playing Hurricane 2000
Doesn't show her face, friends are involved
Exchanging shots, the boys are engaging

Exchanging pussy more than exchanging clips
Eye for an eye and clip for clip
Eye for an eye and clip for clip
Son of the owner of gold and silver
She's hot, has black skin

We're from the track and don't care about anything
Wanted to give me tea, but got fucked
Fucking bitch talked about me to her friends
Today they're not friends anymore
Pitbull doesn't wear a collar
Ankle bracelet on the leg
Big drinker only uses a finger cot
Asked for the bill, friend
Faith in God is the vest
No money, it's a scam
No money, it's a scam
Track got salty on Friday

Beat by Avilla, damn
Me, a lot of stuff, got it?

Preaching, sinning, singing, smoking
Fucking, stealing, profiting, winning, faith!
Preaching, sinning, singing, smoking
Fucking, stealing, profiting, winning, winning
Preaching, sinning, singing, smoking
Fucking, stealing, profiting, winning, winning

They want my rhymes on Mercado Livre
Internet terror, just watch it live
I want a lung on Mercado Livre
For those who want to shine, be careful with the light
I want my chic bandit son
Playboys like hype
That the boys never traffic again
We want a good life away from Eike
Fucking bitch

You go down, palm the blaze, go up, tear the goal, ball
Go down, go down, go down, go down, go down, go down, go down, go down