Standard - Venna & Knucks

Una nena mala, es lo que busco Como lo hago es injusto He say she say, yo no lo escucho Acabo e' cobrar, perdón si me luzco Una latina que sea Bayamón Esconda mi 9 dentro su mahón Cuenta los chavos y también los kilos Los mete en su cartera e' cocodrilo Carro tintiau, también es standard Rosa su glock, escuchando Ankhal Fina y calle, ese es su estilo Glock en pink, pero jala gatillo Siempre se copian y cambio de flow Can't keep up, everyday i grow Sale natural, aquí yo no imito Una imitación nunca sale mejor Men stop trying, te ves frustrau No es mi culpa que te pase por la'u Ride it like a wave nada forzau This shit in my blood y yo ni he apreta'u Una de Carola, siempre enrola Una de Añasco, en moto sin casco En su gabetero, dinero y pistolas Quiere cash, ella no va pal banco Una nena mala, es lo que busco Como lo hago es injusto He say she say, yo no lo escucho Acabo e' cobrar, perdón si me luzco Una latina que sea Bayamón Esconda mi 9 dentro su mahón Cuenta los chavos y también los kilos Los mete en su cartera e' cocodrilo No, mami, yo siempre he amado el caserío Una joseadora, vive en hoteles Se hace las uñas y no hay quien los soporte Que sea cara y no quiera moteles Guarde secretos si vamo' a la corte Que sea shooter, shooter, shooter, oh Vele mi espalda, por si las moscas Es una shooter shooter shooter, oh Y yo le cacho una casa en la costa Para las fotos usa la skimask Y que le guste verme en la tarima Si estamos enrolando, ella vela cortinas De tanto humo pierde disciplina Fuma del kush, del mawui Booty fine, naturali Yo la busco en el caddy, mami fine she a baddie Una nena mala, es lo que busco Como lo hago es injusto He say she say, yo no lo escucho Acabo e' cobrar, perdón si me luzco Una latina que sea Bayamón Esconda mi 9 dentro su mahón Cuenta los chavos y también los kilos Los mete en su cartera e' cocodrilo Es lo que busco, como lo hago es injusto He say she say, yo no lo escucho Acabo e' cobrar, perdón si me luzco Una latina que sea Bayamón Esconda mi 9 dentro su mahón Cuenta los chavos y también los kilos Los mete en su cartera e' cocodrilo Bitch

Yo The quick witty, slick drippy Hip with the city kids Silly rich ain't he? Can try you for 50 quid Lit his spliff, can he live? Chicks tryna give me pickney Risky, risky, my eyes on misty The lengths I would go in Protectin' my soul knows no bounds Dents in the road shook the whole crowd I got a stone foundation and a stone house So if it goes down, the shit's floodin' in Then I won't drown They low down, doin' shit I've grown out of No doubt, I raw sixth floor, Alpha Houser Always 'round about I had a pull down my trouser leg Only for if man them move awkwardly When I'm out the ends But that depends I'm tryna blow your back as friends Off again, smash again That's your friend? Accident Actions tend to cause a reaction 'Cause I'm passionate They ain't tryna ration it Layin' in the gas they lit Trained to be passive in the passa Man are pacifist But pack a fist punch Knuckle sandwich and a bag of chips Praised as a myth Young legend and the catalyst But know that who they brand Could be the baddest But ain't matchin' with the The quick witty, slick drippy Hip with the city kids Silly rich, ain't he? Can try you for fifty quid Lit his spliff, can he live? Chicks tryna give me pickney Risky, risky, my eyes on misty The quick witty, slick drippy Hip with the city kids Silly rich, ain't he? Can try you for 50 quid Lit his spliff, can he live? Chicks tryna give me pickney Risky, risky, my eyes on misty Ooh, oh-do-do-do Yeah, oh-oh Hey, hey, oh Ooh-ooh Oh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah, uh They say his flow butter Play it all summer Snap a picture with your sister Have you sayin', "Oh, brother" His wrist gold bling What, this old thing? Trench coat to hide his waist Incase the tip pokin' Fred Flintstone Wherever he been stones fling In the dark like a glass house or window tints He best float, all he know is sink or swim Grab it from the middleman And I ain't seen both since He leaves no prints But leaves with the princesses Big chests, pink dresses We ain't speakin' ingles Nights out in west FaceTime me on the speakerphone I don't like to speak with man around me But to each their own I reach the zone They crowd around me like they Jesus home Walkin' on the waves, tauntin' all they face Had my portion in the pain Now the "Pagne" we got have "Cham's" in it Still in this game Because I stay mindin' my damn business Knucks Ooh, hey, ooh Oh-ooh, oh-ooh