PIERDO EL COCO
Brr, yeah
Woah, yeah
Ah, goddamn (woah-woah)
Say me donde está, brr, woah
Pierdo el coco por el money (about de money)
Ah, siempre estoy pensando en pasta
Woah, me estoy quedando to' grogi (oh, wow)
Ynestrosa on your stomach causa SIBO (oh, wow)
Todos mis pensamientos, bitch, sí los he corrido (oh, no)
Dale, mami, to' pa' ti, hmm, créalo ahora
Pensamiento de grandeza, bitch, como Borat
Creían que estaba washed, pero esto es Disobey
Cuánto más tuerta la perra, más ganas de morder
Cuanto más coja la pierna, más ganas de correr
Si nunca se tuvo nada, nada se puede perder
Fumando pi-pi-pi-pinapple express
Lo-locomotora, yo no quiero express
Súbeme la nota, pónmela en Harlem
Que me haré el dueño de tu shake
Woah, goddamn
Say me donde está, brr, woah
Pierdo el coco por el money (about de money)
Ah, siempre estoy pensando en pasta
Woah, me estoy quedando to' grogi (oh, wow)
El dinero es una stripper que siempre sube y baja
Son calorías vacías, la tristeza no pasa
Follarte a una cuero, es como ir al McDonald's
Primero te emociona (ah), luego te sientes dirty
Dice que está cocí'a, de fumar sacar papada
De escuchar y quedarse con la copla (y yo no canto)
La pongo creativa, en el conflicto va a explotar
Yo no era rapper, solo WhatsApp e Instagram
Pero veo tanto palomo que me vi en necesidad
De posicionar el género pa' sacar mi jornal
De rajarme y sacarlo, le den a tu metarap (fuck)
Yo no era rapper, solo WhatsApp, Instagram (brr, brr, brr)
Goddamn
LOSING MY MIND
Brr, yeah
Woah, yeah
Ah, goddamn (woah-woah)
Tell me where it is, brr, woah
I'm losing my mind over money (about the money)
Ah, I'm always thinking about cash
Woah, I'm getting all groggy (oh, wow)
Ynestrosa on your stomach causing SIBO (oh, wow)
All my thoughts, bitch, I have run through them (oh, no)
Come on, mommy, all for you, hmm, believe it now
Thoughts of greatness, bitch, like Borat
They thought I was washed, but this is Disobey
The more blind the bitch, the more she wants to bite
The more crippled the leg, the more desire to run
If you never had anything, you can't lose anything
Smoking pi-pi-pi-pineapple express
Lo-locomotive, I don't want express
Turn up the mood, put me in Harlem
I'll become the owner of your shake
Woah, goddamn
Tell me where it is, brr, woah
I'm losing my mind over money (about the money)
Ah, I'm always thinking about cash
Woah, I'm getting all groggy (oh, wow)
Money is a stripper that always goes up and down
It's empty calories, the sadness doesn't pass
Fucking a leather jacket is like going to McDonald's
First it excites you (ah), then you feel dirty
She says she's cooked, from smoking she gets a double chin
From listening and keeping the gist (and I don't sing)
I make her creative, she's gonna explode in conflict
I wasn't a rapper, just WhatsApp and Instagram
But I see so many pigeons that I felt the need
To position the genre to earn my daily bread
To spill it out and get it out, they're into your metarap (fuck)
I wasn't a rapper, just WhatsApp, Instagram (brr, brr, brr)
Goddamn
Escrita por: yyy891 / El WiWi