2 Peine (part. Big Cvyu)
(Jajajajajajaaa)
Big Cvyu dame lu' pu pu pu (pu pu pu)
Lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'
Lo' monikate' me hacen la do'
Lo' monikate' me hacen la do'
Lo' monikate' me hacen la do'
Lo'-lo' monikate' me hacen la do'
Y-y-y-y-y-y-y qué sa'en
Voy llegando
Le' falta gente
Uste's no son tanto
El José y el Cvyu contando uno' cuantos
Tenemo' más glope' más balas
El coa' te lo chanto
Do'-do'-do'-do'-do'-do'-do'
Dos peine' dos puta' dos glock
Pa'a pa'cá coronamo' en lo' ro'os
(Do'-do')
Dos peine' dos puta' dos glock
Lo' monikate me hacen la do'
(Do'-do'-do')
Dos peine' dos puta' dos glock
Pa' pa'cá consumamo' en lo' ro'os
Dos peine' dos puta' dos glock
Lo' monikate' me hacen la do'
(Ta-ta-ta)Tamo' en Ferragamo'
Mami te chingo pero no te amo
Dime en qué topamo'
(A-ah) si tú quieres te llevo al pantano
Pu-pue' esto' cordone' no son ni italiano
(No son ni italiano)
Aaa-avezao' pa' lo' robos 'tán en pánico
A to's traketo' le' levanto lo narcótico
(A-ah) A weone' gile' les quitamo' lo automático
Y con puta' tomamo jugo mágico
(Que l-que l-que l-)
Que la agarren del pelo y la pongan en four eso le encanta (eso le encanta)
Y-y-y-y-y llegó como amiga pero quedó gra'e y le dí como caja (le dí como caja)
(Que-) que la agarren del pelo y la pongan en four eso le encanta
(eso le encanta)
(Y-y-y-y) y llegó como amiga pero quedó gra'e y le dí como caja (le dí como caja)
(Jajajajajajaaa)
Do'-do'-do'-do'-do'-do'-do'
Dos peine' dos puta' dos glock
Pa'a pa'cá coronamo' en lo' ro'os
(Do'-do')
Dos peine' dos puta' dos glock
Lo' monikate me hacen la do'
(Do'-do'-do')
Dos peine' dos puta' dos glock
Pa' pa'cá consumamo' en lo' ro'os
Dos peine' dos puta' dos glock
Lo' monikate' me hacen la do'
¿Qué-qué-qué-qué-qué- qué wea?
¿Sueno fome?
Aaa-a'ónde
Los diablos flaytean mis cancione'
Taaa-an verde' por llegarle al corte
(Que) que suenan de la perra y son ultra-torpe (orpe-orpe)
Lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'
Lo' monikate' me hacen la do'
Lo' monikate' me hacen la do'
Lo' monikate' me hacen la do'
Lo' monikate' me hacen la do'
(Jajajajajajaaa)
El Jossie má' con el Big-Cv-yu
(El que-que-que-que) el que lo' puso a perrear
Estamo' con el chico
Puro mejor si po
('Tá-'tá-'tá) 'tá guccino
Pa que la' mami' se suelten
Y los gile' rescaten
Vo' sa'í (vo' sa'í)
El futuro de esta música
(El futuro de está música)
2 Combs (feat. Big Cvyu)
(Hahahahahahaha)
Big Cvyu give me lu' pu pu pu (pu pu pu)
Lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
The '-the' monikate' do me the do'
And what are they saying?
I'm arriving
There are not enough people
You are not so much
José and Cvyu counting one's own
We have more blows, more bullets
I'll tell you the coa'
Do'-do'-do'-do'-do'-do'-do'
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
Here and there we crown ourselves in the roses
(Do'-do')
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
The monkeys do me the double
(Do'-do'-do')
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
Here we consume in the red
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
The 'monikates' do me the do'
(Ta-ta-ta) We are in Ferragamo
Mommy, I fuck you but I don't love you
Tell me where we come across'
(A-ah) If you want, I'll take you to the swamp
Pu-pue these cordone are not even Italian
(They are not even Italian)
Aaa-seasoned robberies are in a panic
I remove the narcotic from all drug dealers
(A-ah) We took away the automatic from you stupid guys
And with whores we drink magic juice
(That l-that l-that l-)
She loves being grabbed by the hair and put on all fours (she loves that)
And she came as a friend but she was ugly and I gave her a box (I gave her a box)
(That-) that they grab her by the hair and put her on all fours, she loves that
(he loves that)
(Yyyy) and she came as a friend but she was ugly and I gave her a box (I gave her a box)
(Hahahahahahaha)
Do'-do'-do'-do'-do'-do'-do'
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
Here and there we crown ourselves in the roses
(Do'-do')
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
The monkeys do me the double
(Do'-do'-do')
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
Here we consume in the red
Two combs, two bitches, two glocks
The 'monikates' do me the do'
What-what-what-what-what-what the hell?
Do I sound boring?
Aaa-where
The devils are playing my songs
Sooo green for making the cut
(That) they sound like a bitch and are ultra-clumsy (orpe-orpe)
Lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'-lo'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
The 'monikates' do me the do'
(Hahahahahahaha)
The Jossie more with the Big-Cv-yu
(The one who-who-who-who) the one who made him dance
We are with the boy
Pure better if possible
('Tá-'tá-'tá) 'ta guccino
So that the 'mommy' lets go
And the fools rescue
You're here (you're here)
The future of this music
(The future of this music)