PRIMO (part. Natanael Cano)
A-a-ay
Mi viejo
Compa Tito
Ahí le va, padrinillo
¡Compadre!
Quería que me echara un polvo rosa como ella
Pidiera otra botella, dizque pa' andar iguales
Cuando llegué al antro, miré que era la más bella
Y me fui sobre de ella
Primo, ya te la sabes
Llegue con dos Lady Gaga directo a la mesa
Brincaron unos verga' y ahí empezó el desmadre
Primo
No andamos esos terrenos, mejor hay que abrirnos
Primo
No piense que traigo de oquis la 45
Tito Double P
A-a-ay
Ay, mamá
Sonaron siete balazos y todos al piso
Prendieron las luces
Y al primo no lo miro
No supe si estaba muerto, afuera o detenido
Pues llegaron las leyes
Y yo salí barrido
Veinte llamadas perdidas y, en la corta, un tiro
Andaba paniqueado
Me acuerdo y me río
Primo
Me pegaron un balazo, pero sigo al tiro
Primo
Mejor písele a la troca y al rato lo miro
PRIMO (feat. Natanael Cano)
A-a-ay
My old man
Buddy Tito
There he goes, godfather
Buddy!
I wanted her to give me a pink f*ck like her
Asked for another bottle, so we could be the same
When I arrived at the club, I saw she was the most beautiful
And I went for her
Cousin, you already know
I arrived with two Lady Gaga straight to the table
Some d*cks jumped and that's when the chaos began
Cousin
We don't walk on those grounds, we better open up
Cousin
Don't think I'm carrying the .45 for nothing
Tito Double P
A-a-ay
Oh, mama
Seven shots rang out and everyone hit the floor
The lights turned on
And I didn't see my cousin
I didn't know if he was dead, outside, or arrested
Because the cops arrived
And I got swept out
Twenty missed calls and, in the end, a shot
I was panicking
I remember and laugh
Cousin
I got shot, but I'm still in the game
Cousin
Better step on the gas and I'll see you later
Escrita por: Tito Double P / Diego Millán