Motorola
Es agua bendita lo que ando tomando
Pinche pericazo, pa’ entrar en ambiente con ganas
Whisky con hielos en el portavaso
Celares por un lado, está bien, tu fosa a la rama
Trena, trena el pinche motor, hola
Traigo una preta que detona
Pa’ las broncas se explota y responde en caliente
Marca a la baby, no quiere estar sola
Es una reina, tiene mi corona
Paso por ella y me matan las ganas de verte
Carita bonita, ay, ay, ay, mamacita
La dolariza me llega y la gasto contigo, mi niña
Tú traes de enclavados a todos los malandros
Sabes me la pelan, soy el bueno y no andan chingando
Y así suena
La línea personal chiquitita
Yo soy el bueno, mija
Ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, mamacita
Bien jodido y hondeado, tiré tres balazos
Son míos tus labios, ya dime bien qué es lo que quieres
Te caste impregnado, guayaseña en mi cama
Pa’ qué tanto drama, me caga que siempre exageres
Como a Pedro por su casa pasa, me la pelan esas amenazas
De arriba pa’ abajo doy baja al corriente
Márcala, baby, no quiere estar sola
Es una reina, tiene mi corona
Paso por ella y me matan las ganas de verte
Estás de revista, ay, ay, ay, mamacita
La dolariza me llega y la gasto contigo, mi niña
Tú traes de enclavados a todos los malandros
Sabes me la pelan, soy el bueno y no andan chingando
Motorola
It's holy water that I'm sipping
Damn, this hit's got me feeling right
Whiskey on the rocks in the cup holder
Got some cash on the side, it's cool, your grave's on the line
Rev it up, damn engine, hey
I got a loaded piece that goes off
For the trouble, it blows up and reacts hot
Call the girl, she doesn't want to be alone
She's a queen, I wear her crown
I pick her up and I can't wait to see you
Pretty face, oh, oh, oh, baby
The cash hits me and I spend it on you, my girl
You got all the thugs wrapped around your finger
You know they back off, I'm the good guy, and they ain't messing with me
And that's how it sounds
The personal line's tiny
I'm the good one, babe
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, baby
Feeling all messed up and high, I shot three rounds
Your lips are mine, just tell me what you want
I got you marked, girl, in my bed
Why all the drama? It annoys me that you always exaggerate
Like Peter at his house, those threats don't scare me
From top to bottom, I take down the current
Call her, baby, she doesn't want to be alone
She's a queen, I wear her crown
I pick her up and I can't wait to see you
You're magazine material, oh, oh, oh, baby
The cash hits me and I spend it on you, my girl
You got all the thugs wrapped around your finger
You know they back off, I'm the good guy, and they ain't messing with me.