Tinty Nasty (part. Dillom)
(Omar, algo anda mal)
Salimos en caravana, pa' tumbar la carretera
Los fierros de los pana' los pasan en la cartera
El flow y la cubana y los bluntes en la guantera
La verdadera
Viajando a 2-80, soy Di Palma en la carrera
Nadie me la baja y a un par le' saqué ventaja
Tengo a tu wacha encima y cada vez está más buena
Y mis compas al toque, de una Hilux, te la bajan
Fumando un riquitillo por los pasillo'
Con los ñeri' sumando hasta hacernos millo'
No te regale' que andamo' al cien
Encapsula'o, estoy vola'o, coroné
Acá le damo' a valores al que lo vale, baby
¿No vale nati? Sonido rompiendo los partie'
La luna llena está brillando y los wacho' son fari'
Tenеmos las mejores gata' y la más rica mari
En un BM, nos fugamo', 4:20 AM
Los stunts en una ruеda con la KTM
Esquivando los controles, no hay quien nos frene
Con los chaleco' puesto' pa' que no nos quemen
(Puesto' pa' que no nos quemen)
A las turra' que le' doy, le' digo que a mí no me celen
Que se me acostumbren, pa' que no se me revelen
Si su novio jode, lo asusto pa' que no vuele
Y yo me la llevo lejos, pa' tirarle mi ADN
Si quieren bajar los kilo'
Al toque muevo los cartele'
Estamo' caro', estamo' activo'
Estamo' subiendo nivele'
Hago de los blues, como B.B. king
Ey, brother, me parece que no es por ahí (no es por ahí)
Con toda esa gilada, yo no estoy ni ahí (fuck)
No, oh (ey)
Pa' ese culo, necesito un flete (uh)
Puta, vamo' al baile y lustramo' los Pepe' (ah)
El Dillom es sanito, yo no fumo cigarrete (nah, nah)
Si te la perdiste, después pasamo' la repe' (la repe')
Y si pinta, caigo al baile con alhajas
Si nos cruza, se mal viaja
Y me traje la navaja, por si pinta arma' una jarra
No me traigan la botella, mejor traete la caja
Y si ella está en pareja, la verdad, me la re baja
Pastas con los pibe', estamos re senil
Pasan y los miro, like, ¿qué onda, gil?
Puta, a mí me rezan, soy Gauchito Gil
Me vuelo en el aire y bajo a Rivotril
A mí no me apures, please, take it easy (easy)
Tenemo' herramienta', como en el Easy
Easy peasy, lemon squeezy (what?)
De city en city, AC/DC (ey)
La hago la del geekin', nasty, nasty
Mi shorty bien sassy, sassy, sassy
La wea se pone dark sider (what?)
Hacemos que llueva en el baile
Ando al rin-tin-tin, pasti, pasti (ey)
Mezclo con tintín, tranqui, mami (oh)
Pa'l cuello, el bling-bling, fácil, nazi (uh)
Estoy con mis pintas, armando un fácil, eh
Ey
Mandale cumbia 4:20 pa' los negro' (oh)
L-Gante, keloké (L-Gante, keloké)
Dillom
Omar
DT.Bilardo
Maxi El Brother, pa'
One Blood Music
MUEVA Records (Kriterio Music, pa')
(Bilardo está en el beat, oh)
Tinty Nasty (feat. Dillom)
(Omar, something is wrong)
We go out in a caravan, to take down the road
The boys' guns are carried in the wallet
The flow and the Cuban and the blunts in the glove compartment
The real deal
Traveling at 2-80, I'm Di Palma in the race
Nobody brings me down and I took advantage of a few
I have your girl on top and she's getting better every time
And my buddies right there, from a Hilux, they take her down
Smoking a little joint through the hallways
With the boys adding up until we're millionaires
Don't think we're at a hundred percent
Encapsulated, I'm high, I crowned
Here we give value to those who are worth it, baby
Isn't it worth it? Sound breaking the parties
The full moon is shining and the guys are wild
We have the best chicks and the richest weed
In a BMW, we escape, 4:20 AM
Stunts on one wheel with the KTM
Dodging the controls, no one can stop us
With the vests on so they don't burn us
(With the vests on so they don't burn us)
To the girls I give, I tell them not to be jealous of me
Let them get used to me, so they don't rebel against me
If her boyfriend bothers, I scare him so he doesn't fly
And I take her far away, to throw my DNA at her
If they want to drop the kilos
I quickly move the cartels
We're expensive, we're active
We're raising levels
I play the blues, like B.B. King
Hey, brother, it seems to me that's not the way (not the way)
With all that nonsense, I'm not interested (fuck)
No, oh (hey)
For that ass, I need a truck (uh)
Bitch, let's go to the dance and shine the shoes (ah)
Dillom is clean, I don't smoke cigarettes (nah, nah)
If you missed it, we'll replay it later (replay it)
And if it feels right, I'll go to the dance with jewelry
If we cross paths, it's gonna be bad
And I brought the knife, in case I need to make a jug
Don't bring me the bottle, better bring the box
And if she's with someone, honestly, I'm not interested
Pasta with the boys, we're really old
They pass by and I look at them, like, what's up, fool?
Bitch, they pray to me, I'm Gauchito Gil
I fly in the air and come down with Rivotril
Don't rush me, please, take it easy (easy)
We have tools, like in the Easy
Easy peasy, lemon squeezy (what?)
From city to city, AC/DC (hey)
I do the geekin', nasty, nasty
My shorty so sassy, sassy, sassy
Shit gets dark sider (what?)
We make it rain at the dance
I'm in the rin-tin-tin, pasti, pasti (hey)
Mixing with tintín, calm, baby (oh)
For the neck, the bling-bling, easy, nazi (uh)
I'm with my crew, putting together an easy, eh
Hey
Send cumbia 4:20 for the black ones (oh)
L-Gante, what's up (L-Gante, what's up)
Dillom
Omar
DT.Bilardo
Maxi El Brother, hey
One Blood Music
MUEVA Records (Kriterio Music, hey)
(Bilardo is on the beat, oh)