LOQUERA (part. Los Esquivel)

Wow
A-A-Axl
Waking up
With Los Esquivel, and I think that

I’m craving another wild night
I’ll chill out when I die
Got a little something in my pocket
My wallet ain’t getting thin

Today I’m flying to Rabanne, heading to the strip club
I got cash and I’m looking to get someone off the clock
Don’t sweat the cash, I’ve got the stash
And that Marly perfume that’ll get the ladies wet

I’ve got a crib worth what my Cuban costs
And a Porsche on my wrist like a bracelet
Six models from Norway in the armored ride
I think they’re doctors, coming self-medicated

I always roll with a crew, packing heat and a squad
Got contraband in my backpack, experimenting with the goods
They bring the girls, I’m hitting home runs, multiplying dollars
I’m always tight with God even if I’m moving devil’s goods

I’m craving another wild night
I’ll chill out when I die
Got a little something in my pocket
My wallet ain’t getting thin

High as a kite from the wax pen
Feeling Travis with the triple wash
Super relaxed and way too chill
And feeling Felipe because I got girls to throw around

Rolling with a ton of girls is my daily grind
I didn’t finish high school and I’m already a millionaire
I use Benjamins to light my blunts
And I hang diamonds around my neck like I’m the King of Kink, babe

I’ll be sixty and still going strong
In the club, in the disco, in the fucking VIP
I know why I was born, I’ve lived almost it all
Brr, that’s what happens when you break the beat

The girls ask me for drugs and I give them some tussi
Money’s my drug, that’s why you gave me exclusive
I’ve hooked up with Carolina, Daniela, and also Suzy
But after paying Lucy’s tuition

Dani Flow, the boss, already thirty years old
The older I get, the more they cling, no lie
The boyfriends cry a lot, I’ll hand them a tissue
While I return them after hitting the bathroom

Brr, brr, I move it like Rafa Márquez
Then I talk to the one I like, I never back down
I make them bounce for me like boing-boing-boing like Juco
Boing-boing-boing like Juco, ratata

I’m craving another wild night
I’ll chill out when I die
Got a little something in my pocket
My wallet ain’t getting thin (wow)

005, my buddy Dani Flow
Your buddy Sebastián Esquivel, let’s go
30 Years
The one and only King of Kink
With Los Esquivel, ah

And that’s how Los Esquivel sounds
Axl
A-A-Axl (cha-ching)
Dan Soberanis
Thirty years old, baby (peace)