Corintios 13:12 (part. Cruz Cafuné)
Yeah, yeah
Cruzzi
Moving with God
Tenerife, Buffalo, MÉCÈN, yeah
Ayo
Haciendo letras de salsero con pintas de kilero
Mi vida cabe en tres Rimowas, dos LaCie y un pastillero
La mía hace el papeo mientras se fuma el culero
Podría tener diez doctorados por cómo da cerebro, yeah
MÉCÈN en todas mis oraciones (Ah)
Brinqué al Rover y me fui a ver a la cone
El hijoputa se piensa que está en The Wire
Pone Ruff Ryders pa' empollarse estructuras de peones
A la mañana Harrods, a la noche baño
Mi love language son hilos de baba de mi boca al papo
Fufu, egusi, pussy, como con las manos
Domis macheteros rapeando sobre ritmos jamaicanos (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Il bacio de la morte
Rentamos un GLS 600 solo para dar botes
El poder le pone, la masturbo mientras come
Y esa mierda pitando, no llevamos cinturones
Saca diez pares de un 43 (Ah)
Asando cabrito en el Korité
Tela wax, Jordan breds (Grrt)
Hacer la quest y volver al kel con el gruyère
La esquina de la página doblada por Corintios
La enseño a usar las pinzas de mariscos
Se te enfría el plato por estar mirando al mío
Es el cumple de mi hermano, así que también el mío, yeah
Silencio dentro de la vito
El chófer no habla, los gorilas tienen el ceño fruncido
Intuyes que hay problemas pero solo escuchas el rumor lejano de sus pinganillos
Pss-pss, oh-oh
Flygod, echándola pa' atrás en la Whirlpool
Salen vapores, los respiro y me da un amarillo
Me ve, se ríe, y da un tiro a la widow, pff
Está acostumbrado, pa' él es como cocinar con un vaso de vino (Ayo)
We sold cracks on the corner (Ah)
I woke up by a fiend every morning (Ah)
Headshot, let the fuck nigga snoring (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Bon voyage, icey neck when I floss in a Ghost getting neck
While I stare at the stars, vintage Guess denim overalls
One strap God, Pope White Tesla truck (Skrrt)
With the stain glass doors, see my face on the Forbes
Crack dealer in big font
The Lord of all Lords, everything I speak masterpiece (Ah)
My young nigga clap his piece
You need a job? Pull up to the Ritz Carl, ask for me (Brr)
Eastside Buffalo filled with tragedy (Ah)
Evisus beat up, ripped up, these shits looking raggedy
Ayo, one Glock, two Glocks, we all got Glocks
And if I shoot then you shoot, we all gon' shoot (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
We in this shit together, eye for an eye, me is you
I gotta do whatever it takes, we living off of blood loot
One Glock, two Glocks, we all got Glocks (Ah)
And if I shoot then you shoot, we all gon' shoot (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
We in this shit together, eye for eye, me is you
I gotta do whatever it takes, we living off of blood loot
This record is so motherfuckin' gangsta, man
I think it's time for me and you to just, tone it down a bit
Corinthians 13:12 (feat. Cruz Cafuné)
Yeah, yeah
Cruzzi
Rolling with God
Tenerife, Buffalo, MÉCÈN, yeah
Ayo
Writing lyrics like a salsa singer with the look of a gangster
My life fits in three Rimowas, two LaCies, and a pillbox
Mine does the cooking while smoking a joint
Could have ten doctorates for how smart it is, yeah
MÉCÈN in all my prayers (Ah)
Jumped in the Rover and went to see the chick
The bastard thinks he's in The Wire
Plays Ruff Ryders to study pawn structures
Morning at Harrods, night bath
My love language is threads of drool from my mouth to the pussy
Fufu, egusi, pussy, eating with hands
Domis macheteros rapping over Jamaican rhythms (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
The kiss of death
Rented a GLS 600 just to bounce
The power turns her on, I masturbate her while she eats
And that shit beeping, we don't wear seat belts
Pull out ten pairs of size 43 (Ah)
Roasting goat at Korité
Wax fabric, Jordan breds (Grrt)
Complete the quest and return to the crib with the gruyère
The corner of the page folded by Corinthians
Teaching her how to use seafood tongs
Your plate gets cold from staring at mine
It's my brother's birthday, so it's mine too, yeah
Silence inside the Vito
The driver doesn't speak, the gorillas frown
You sense trouble but only hear the distant hum of their earpieces
Pss-pss, oh-oh
Flygod, throwing it back in the Whirlpool
Steam comes out, I breathe it in and get a high
She sees me, laughs, and takes a shot at the widow, pff
He's used to it, for him it's like cooking with a glass of wine (Ayo)
We sold drugs on the block (Ah)
I wake up to a junkie every morning (Ah)
Headshot, let the fucker snore (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Bon voyage, icy neck when I flex in a Ghost getting head
While I gaze at the stars, vintage Guess overalls
One strap God, Pope White Tesla truck (Skrrt)
With stained glass doors, see my face on Forbes
Drug dealer in big letters
The Lord of all Lords, everything I say is a masterpiece (Ah)
My young guy claps his gun
Need a job? Come to the Ritz Carl, ask for me (Brr)
Eastside Buffalo full of tragedy (Ah)
Evisus beat up, torn up, looking raggedy
Ayo, one Glock, two Glocks, we all got Glocks
And if I shoot, then you shoot, we all gonna shoot (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
We're in this together, eye for an eye, me is you
I gotta do whatever it takes, we live off of blood money
One Glock, two Glocks, we all got Glocks (Ah)
And if I shoot, then you shoot, we all gonna shoot (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
We're in this together, eye for an eye, me is you
I gotta do whatever it takes, we live off of blood money
This record is so damn gangsta, man
I think it's time for me and you to just, tone it down a bit