5 Stars (feat. Polima WestCoast) - C. Tangana

Ella es la mami y no se llama Paloma Yo la vi por la calle y me dejaste en coma Tan solo con mirarme mi corazón se roba Me dejaste enganchado con esa fucking droga Durísimo lo mueve, hace temblar toda la zona Parece reina del pop y no se llama Madonna Ese culito es icónico como Maradona Tú sabes que lo mío con lo tuyo se fusiona Cuando me acerqué Ella estaba sola, y yo no sé por qué Si quieres lo mío, bellaquéame Yo te doy lo tuyo, tú perréame Cuando me acerqué Ella estaba sola, y yo no sé por qué Si quieres lo mío, bellaquéame Yo te doy lo tuyo, tú perréame Moviste esas caderas y me dejaste demente Lleva puesta las tenis, son Versace tus lentes Perreando con tu amiga no acepta a los insistentes Una X de colores para sentirlo más fuerte Bebé, pídeme lo que tú quieras Que Dios me tiene bendecido hasta mi billetera Tengo envidiosos que quisieran tener lo que tengo Y no hablo de dinero baby, hablo de talento Cuando me acerqué Ella estaba sola, y yo no sé por qué Si quieres lo mío, bellaquéame Yo te doy lo tuyo, tú perréame Cuando me acerqué Ella estaba sola, y yo no sé por qué Si quieres lo mío, bellaquéame Yo te doy lo tuyo, tú perréame Tu direct está explota'o porque todos quieren salir contigo Y yo he notado que tú solo quiere estar conmigo Y lo mejor es que solo seguimos siendo amigos Y al otro día nos olvidamos que los dos nos vimos Perreamos Young Cister Dímelo Poli Perreamos Tú me dices si perreamos o no Young Cister, baby

Uh Oh Okay Uh Know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps Mama tellin' me, "Don't ride with that" We gon' slide first, ain't no slidin' back But if Rell die, know where he hide the pack We go up like GPAs This ain't no GTA, but my youngin got five stars I been stayin' in five-stars, tryna fuck on five broads Blitz, nigga, get you hit, nigga, I'm in the whip with it, let the bass ride My youngins don't play no ball, but bitch, we base slide See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain't blind Fly so much, I swear I hate time Nut in six seconds 'cause she hate Vine Niggas so broke, that should be a hate crime She burning, gotta flame on You ain't down to work, why the fuck would I put a lame on? You let that lame hit for some fame, huh? Shit, it's cool, should've knew the game, huh? Just know when I get up, I'ma be the same one Grinded harder than hard, that's how I started it Put a Glock 19 in my starter kit Uh, tryna put my hood on, flood it all with bricks Bro stuck in the chain gang, he go hard with licks Know how we do shit, we go hard with sticks Babe, that's how hard we hit And a nigga just ate at Ruth Chris With a thick bitch, not a toothpick (Uh) I cut my main off 'cause he useless (Uh) Showed him how to get rackades And his main focus was to fuck a bitch off of Backpage Not a dollar inside your pocket, but you scream that way Got on my shit, I copped a Demon, now he say I act fake She ain't fuckin', she gotta skate like she at Cascade Can't wait 'til they let Hell Rell up Out that cell, I'll let the sack wait You ain't workin' two times harder than them, then how you jack gang? And you 'posed to be my main, How the fuck I watch a jack trade? (Yeah) Know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps Mama tellin' me, "Don't ride with that" We gon' slide first, ain't no slidin' back But if Rell die, know where he hide the pack We go up like GPAs This ain't no GTA, but my youngin got five stars I been stayin' in five-stars, tryna fuck on five broads Blitz, nigga, get you hit, nigga, I'm in the whip with it, let the bass ride My youngins don't play no ball, but bitch, we base slide See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain't blind Fly so much, I swear I hate time Nut in six seconds 'cause she hate Vine Niggas so broke, that should be a hate crime She burning, gotta flame on You ain't down to work, why the fuck would I put a lame on? You let that lame hit for some fame, huh? Shit, it's cool, should've knew the game, huh? Just know when I get up, I'ma be the same one My sister boyfriend a bitch Said she 'bout to have twins and he ain't raisin' shit Shit, I told her, "Fuck it, that's why a nigga got rich" Say he know where I live, so I don't hide the glick He don't know the gang and how we ride with blicks And I know that he a ho and he ain't sliding shit Twenty shots cool, but shit, we ride with dicks Niggas hate, so they be riding dick Tryna be cool, you spun the block, got your top shotta hit You fucked around, got toe-tagged Ho ragged just to get your ho bagged, yeah Fly nigga like me, you won't get your ho back I'm from the slums, so I need more racks Toot'll get 'em dead, thought you know that Still'll hit the club and do my bop like I was Kodak They stole my flow, can I get my flow back? Copped a rental, but it had no tag We gon' hit his head, but we had no mask From the land, ain't talkin' no man Know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps Mama tellin' me, "Don't ride with that" We gon' slide first, ain't no slidin' back But if Rell die, know where he hide the pack We go up like GPAs This ain't no GTA, but my youngin got five stars I been stayin' in five-stars, tryna fuck on five broads Blitz, nigga, get you hit, nigga, I'm in the whip with it, let the bass ride My youngins don't play no ball, but bitch, we base slide See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain't blind Fly so much, I swear I hate time Nut in six seconds 'cause she hate Vine Niggas so broke, that should be a hate crime She burning, got a flame on You ain't down to work, why the fuck would I put a lame on? You let that lame hit for some fame, huh? Shit, it's cool, should've knew the game, huh? Just know when I get up, I'ma be the same one