512 (part. Jhay Cortez)
Hoy dice que llega despué' de la' 12
Despué' de la' 12, despué' de la' 12
Y anda en camioneta' que parecen troce
Que parecen troce', que parecen troce'
Ella mueve el culo pa' que se lo gocen
Pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen
Siempre le da al vino y a la 512
Y a la 512, y a la 512
A la 512
Chica, dile a tu novio que salga del closet
A vece' bebe tinto, a vece' bebe rosé
Borracha toíta' canta No Me Conoce
Yo sé que no tiene gato hace par
Lo que quiere e' bellaqueo, en la playa, do' champán
Tiene el flow medio retro, a vece' usa Vans
Tiene par de envidiosa', pero no se la dan
La' botella' bajando, la nota subiendo
Ella mueve ese culo pa' ver quién la 'tá viendo
Lo' trago' le llegan sin estarlo' pidiendo
Mucho' hablando mierda y mucha mierda comiendo
La noche está pa' pasto y pelea
No juega pelota, pero pichea
No vende droga', pero to'a el flow se lo capean
Se hizo la dentadura, ni el sol se la blanquea
La baby siempre linda, nunca fea
Eso e' normal, eso e' rutina
Dice que la' má— a vece' son la' má' fina'
Échale premium, le gusta la gasolina
Fuma y se pone china
Me caso si chinga como cocina
Ella mueve el culo pa' que se lo gocen
Pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen
Siempre le da al vino y a la 512
Y a la 512, y a la 512
Ella mueve el culo pa' que se lo gocen
Pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen
Siempre le da al vino y a la 512
Y a la 512, y a la 512
La que se pasa misionando, esa e' mi shorty
Siempre se escapa, pero e' que ella nunca pone storie'
Le gusta mover el culo pa' que le tiren money
Tiene um gatito gringo, pero e' que ella quiere un bori
Que la ponga a sudar y se la coma enterita en el asento 'e atrá'
Envidiosa' la veen bien y la quieren opinar
No llegan a su nivel y quieren roncar
Baby, vámono', pero lejo', ese culo lo cotejo
Pero no pelee', que por eso la dejo
Fui um hijueputa, baby, aunque me haga el pendejo
Ello' me ven y le' da complejo
Y la baby e' fina, ah
Pero le daba hasta abajo en lo' partie' de marquesina
Y e' rutina
Que no' comamo' hasta en la cabina
Tiene disciplina
Se viene sin avisar y sabe que me fascina
Yo le echo premium, si pide gasolina
Ella e' uma gata gángster, pero de la fina
Y hoy dijo que llega despué' de la' 12
Despué' de la' 12, despué' de la' 12
Y anda en camioneta' que parecen troce'
Que parecen troce', que parecen troce'
Ella mueve el culo pa' que se lo gocen
Pa' que se lo gocen, pa' que se lo gocen
Ella le da al vino y a la 512
Y a la 512, y a la 512
(Y a la 512, y a la 512)
512 (feat. Jhay Cortez)
Today he says he arrives after 12
After 12, after 12
And he drives around in a van that looks like pieces
That look like pieces, that look like pieces
She moves her ass so they can enjoy it
So that they can enjoy it, so that they can enjoy it
He always gives wine and 512
And to the 512, already the 512
To the 512
Girl, tell your boyfriend to come out of the closet
Sometimes he drinks red wine, sometimes he drinks rosé
All drunk, she sings "He Doesn't Know Me"
I know he doesn't have a cat for a couple of years
What he wants is villainy, on the beach, champagne
He has a kind of retro flow, sometimes he wears Vans
She has a couple of envious people, but they don't give it to her
The bottle going down, the note going up
She moves that ass to see who's watching her
The 'swallow' comes to you without asking for it
A lot of shit talking and a lot of shit eating
The night is for grass and fighting
He doesn't play ball, but he pitches
He doesn't sell drugs, but he handles all the flow
He got his teeth done, not even the sun can whiten them
The baby is always pretty, never ugly
That's normal, that's routine
He says that the most—sometimes they are the finest
Pour premium on him, he likes gasoline
She smokes and gets drunk
I'll get married if he's a fucking good cook
She moves her ass so they can enjoy it
So that they can enjoy it, so that they can enjoy it
He always gives wine and 512
And to the 512, already the 512
She moves her ass so they can enjoy it
So that they can enjoy it, so that they can enjoy it
He always gives wine and 512
And to the 512, already the 512
The one who spends her time on missions, that's my shorty
She always escapes, but she never tells stories
He likes to move his ass so they throw him money
She has a gringo kitten, but she wants a bori
Make her sweat and eat it whole in the back seat
Envious' they see her well and want to give her an opinion
They don't reach their level and want to snore
Baby, let's go, but far away, I'll check that ass out
But don't fight, that's why I left her
I was a son of a bitch, baby, even if I act like an idiot
They see me and they get complex
And the baby is fine, ah
But I gave it to him up to the bottom in the marquee part
And it's routine
Let's not eat even in the cabin
He has discipline
He comes without warning and he knows that I love him
I put premium in it if it asks for gasoline
She is a gangster cat, but a fine one
And today he said he arrives after 12
After 12, after 12
And he drives around in a van that looks like pieces
That look like pieces, that look like pieces
She moves her ass so they can enjoy it
So that they can enjoy it, so that they can enjoy it
She gives wine and 512
And to the 512, already the 512
(And to 512, already 512)