[Intro: Charly García]
And Auto-Tune should be banned, thank you very much
[Chorus]
Another black singer from the west, three sins later
There is no game because, pushdown
They look at me badly and treat me well
I didn't see a "Merry Christmas" from anyone, hanging from 166
I got bigger, suck me, ah, untying me
[Verse]
Doping on a beat, arming myself with real G's
For the mind there is a PIN, they want to know about me, stop
Here's to you, to me, mom, dad and two, three jackass
BW almost in my veins, mai, before fame
Millo before I turn twenty and if onе day I have a Bentley
It's not going to bе for rent, I earned it
For luxury, for Fendi, bottles and confetti
One day there was thirst, there was a reason
There was plan B, but I didn't like it
I wanted to eat, not live like a boss (Uh)
But in this life it touched, my soul alone rewarded itself for everything that was traveled
The psychologist recommended that I lower thirty changes because I live in x2
That seemed entrusted to the boss and was not talking about God
It's not because of ego, but who like me? Who like me? Who like me?
(Shell of your ma) Yeah, he says
[Chorus]
Another black singer from the west, three sins later
There is no game because, pushdown
They look at me badly and treat me well
I didn't see a "Merry Christmas" from anyone, hanging from 166
I got bigger, suck me, ah, untying me
[Outro]
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Another black singer of the—
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