Mi Clero (part. La Santa Grifa)

Enjoy life with me
'Cause I might be gone real soon
To a crazy house, 'cause I'm really nuts
And the day I go to the loony bin will be a Saturday
'Cause on Saturdays, I'm always more wild

Uh
Eh
Check it out, dude
Come on, come on, come on
Mexico
What's up?
To the homies and the ladies, you know it?
Light it up
I, oh

A line of coke, a lot of weed, and some fine girls
Some hot mamas with those killer curves
For those nails, I got acetone
They know my dick fits them just right
They ask me to light up the holy, they ask for more molly
We're gonna party hard, screw the cops
My life’s a movie, film me with the dolly
The girl shows her tits and my buddy hits an OLLY

Oh, baby, what a nice butt
Like Yankee, I want the whole combo
High as a kite, just woke up, zombie
With the homies, also boris and domis
Polo and Tommy, with Gucci and Louis V
Living the movie life, feeling so fly
I got gold with diamonds and rubies
I ain't a baby, but I’ll suck on your boobies

In street style
Pure fine hood, I’d die for my crew
You cross the line, we’ll leave you with holes
The streets, the money, the girls, my crew

Back to the grind
Got a piece on my hip
Just let me make a call
And the delivery comes quick, like it’s nothing
In the early morning
I’m living large with my buddies
All diamond chains
I’ve got my hours counted, just passing through

I’m daydreaming, not sleepwalking, roaming the hood
Little one, I’ll definitely eat your ass
I hide behind my dark shades, gonna hit you hard
While I smoke a joint
Honestly, I don’t get bored of this wild life
Big mama and getting laid
I know more than one would love to see me dead
And I’ll kneel for them, better bring knee pads
No matter what happens, we don’t lower the flag

More drugs, more cash, kid, more problems
More substances swirling in my system
24/7, the weed’s burning
They say I’m a little devil, but don’t you worry
So much craziness, the burning, wouldn’t it be nice
If you want a fight, let’s go outside, I’m after the cheese from the trap
Girl, I love the thug life, get tough, 'cause there are some real assholes
I’m chilling in the hotel zone, the white lady really speeds up
She’s a beast, a bandit, and I’m not scared, I’m no saint
Speak honestly, tell me how much, no need to shed tears
With a line of coke, I can handle it, always picking up hot girls
On the weekend, when I’m at the club, I want more drugs, call that dude

Back to the grind
Got a piece on my hip
Just let me make a call
And the delivery comes quick, like it’s nothing
In the early morning
I’m living large with my buddies
All diamond chains
I’ve got my hours counted, just passing through

In street style
Pure fine hood, I’d die for my crew
You cross the line, we’ll leave you with holes
The streets, the money, the girls, my crew

Back to the grind
Got a piece on my hip
Just let me make a call
And the delivery comes quick, like it’s nothing
In the early morning
I’m living large with my buddies
All diamond chains
I’ve got my hours counted, just passing through