BOXES (part. DT.Bilardo y Al Records)
(Ah, ahora si, bro)
Ella lo tira al piso como yo a mi mecha
Ella fuma del rico, yo le mando mecha
Le gusta los pilotos que le mandan guacha
Perrea en la butaca cuando esta borracha
Su toto pide fuego y no pide detalle'
Quiere meterle a fondo y que el chile no estalle
La fama no me empaña, la plata no me sacie
El tablero no me engaña, nunca pierdo la maña, eh
Lo piso y acelera, le subo y suena,
Parece un coche viejo, pero la eleva
A subirse no se niega
Esa es mi nena
Atrevida y callejera
Salieron como die' que dicen que son calle
Pero son todo' chucu, no te queda el talle
Sabia que algún día llegaría la hora
Romperla y facturar diez mil por hora
Estamo' con el DT, ma' rápido que un 2T
Extraterrestre como E.T, siempre haciendo el billete
Llámalo si vo' quere' pero no te va a atender
'Ta ocupado armando el set, juntando para el Corvette
El padre de un parto, un maestro, tu mentor
Me quedo con el lugar, a mí me queda mejor
Empilchado TrasherBoy, una nena baby doll
Clavo su minishort, si ella quiere se lo rompo
Rápida, astuta, simpática, atrevida
Quiere sativa y activa
Colea en la avenida, 'ta jugando en grande' liga'
Si esto empieza no termina, no vamo' pa' la banquina
Tenemo' talento, facha, chamu', de todo menos pelo
Y no olvide habla acento de un idioma matancero
Somo' lo' bueno', si tira pa' atra' la cola, me le pego
Un sonido nuevo
Ella lo tira al piso como yo a mi mecha
Ella fuma del rico, yo le mando mecha
Le gustan los pilotos que le mandan guacha
Perrea en la butaca cuando esta borracha
Eh, Perro Primo el ma' que tose
COVID despue' de las doce
Esto e' cumbia 4:20, DT.Bilardo
Al Records, al ritmo
Kriterio Music
(Siempre turro, nunca mantecón, más caro que un picón)
Maxi El Brother
(Me buscan porque siempre tengo el point)
BOXES (feat. DT.Bilardo and Al Records)
(Ah, now yes, bro)
She throws it to the floor like I do to my wick
She smokes the good stuff, I send her wick
She likes the pilots who send her 'guacha'
She twerks in the seat when she's drunk
Her 'toto' asks for fire and doesn't ask for details
She wants to go all out and not let the 'chile' explode
Fame doesn't tarnish me, money doesn't satisfy me
The dashboard doesn't deceive me, I never lose my skill, eh
I step on it and accelerate, I raise it and it sounds,
It looks like an old car, but it lifts her up
She doesn't refuse to get on
That's my girl
Daring and streetwise
They came out like 'die' that say they are street
But they're all 'chucu', the size doesn't fit you
I knew that one day the time would come
To break it and bill ten thousand per hour
We're with the DT, faster than a 2T
Extraterrestrial like E.T, always making money
Call him if you want but he won't answer you
He's busy setting up, saving up for the Corvette
The father of a birth, a teacher, your mentor
I'll stick with the place, it suits me better
Dressed TrasherBoy, a baby doll girl
She nails her minishort, if she wants I'll break it
Fast, clever, friendly, daring
She wants sativa and active
She tails on the avenue, playing big leagues
If this starts, it doesn't end, we're not going to the sidelines
We have talent, style, 'chamu', everything but hair
And don't forget to speak with a Matanza accent
We're the good ones, if she throws her tail back, I stick to her
A new sound
She throws it to the floor like I do to my wick
She smokes the good stuff, I send her wick
She likes the pilots who send her 'guacha'
She twerks in the seat when she's drunk
Eh, Perro Primo the one who coughs
COVID after twelve
This is cumbia 4:20, DT.Bilardo
Al Records, to the rhythm
Kriterio Music
(Always 'turro', never 'mantecón', more expensive than a 'picón')
Maxi El Brother
(They look for me because I always have the point)