[Intro]
(Meow)
Bla-Bla-Blackthoven
[Chorus: Pimp Flaco]
Swagger, skinny
Swagger, skinny
I kill him and I heal him
I heal him and I kill him
Swagger, skinny
Swagger, skinny
I put him down and up
I put it in and out
Swagger, skinny
Swagger, skinny
I kill him and I heal him
I heal him and I kill him
Swagger, skinny
I put him down and up
I put it in and out
[Verse 1: Pimp Flaco]
I shine like a bag full of shinny goods
Like a fluorescent car on flames
The bright light shows up, the one that's in the sky
B*itch, I shine so much I making you blind
I'm always flying, I look like a lunatic
Pick up some binoculars to see me
Taller than a mountain of tires
You don't even fly from an atic
My life is full of vices, b*tch, looks like a casino
It must make you mad to look at me, I imagine it
Worrying 'bout the money I look chinese
It's not because I don't have it, it's because I came finish it
Rich, rich, I feel rich
I have everything I've dreamed since a kid
Rich, rich, I feel rich
Because I've got more than I need
And I don't carry pistols nor knives
I drive a yellow RS4 Audi
I've got your b*tch here, inside my pocket
Close to my d*ck, feels like my underwear
I turned this around even if it bothers you
I stepped out and put this sh*t on trend
I played with all those rapers like the console
And I'm guilty for cool sh*t to be cool
[Chorus: Pimp Flaco]
Swagger, skinny
Swagger, skinny
I put him down and up
I put it in and out
Swagger, skinny
Swagger, skinny
I kill him and I heal him
I heal him and I kill him
[Bridge: Kinder Malo]
Jumping, traveling, breaking the room
Pussy, wherever I go
How many said that I couldn't
And now look at where I am
(Bla-Bla-Blacktho—)
[Verse 2: Kinder Malo]
I live in the last floor
I throw money and step on it
When I catch you I'll step on you
When I'm done I'll let you know
I'm a baby Cocoliso
I drive without the permit
Straight haired blondes
There's no paradise without tits
Comparing me with the rest is like
Comparing Dali with a graffiti
Your skinny girlfriend and Cardi B
A school team and Madrid
Some flip flops and a Yeezy
A R1 Yamaha and a bike
What you hear, loser
There's no discussion here
Dope will kill you
Depression will kill me
Because I don't give a damn
Loco, f*ck your mom
I've got a very good life, I f*ck the daughter and the mother
I've got golden teeth, you've got buffalo horns
Everything I tell you (Hey)
You repeat like parrots
The trap is the thing now and that bothers you
I'm looking at Omar Montes on TV with Chabelita
This is poor music but sounds on rich parties
Hustlers listen to it, rich girls dance to it
Aitana, you copied my airplane
Aitana, cutie, show me your tits
Because I want to be your b*tch like profet Franchesca
Keep the airplane because now I'm on a spaceship
The best of all times but that's already known
I've got a Mexican style like Julio Chavez father
I always shoot forward, boy, nobody can stop me
When I stop I will hand myself in to God like Hector "The father"
[Outro]
(Bla-Bla-Blackthoven)