MEXICANA (part. Cachirula y FLVCKKA)

Prr, the Jordan twenty-three
Haha

Mexicana, you got the drive
For me to hit it right in Punta Cana (haha)
She loves my fame and how I handle it (brr)
She wants the luxury, a life that's fly

Prr, break it down, no competition
She loves my style
Come on, babe, get ready
To take it all the way
Hey, break it down, no competition
She loved my style
Come on, daddy, get ready
To take it all the way, brr

Mm, uh-huh
I know you love my style
You stick to me from behind
So people won't mind
And my little one just wants to have fun (have fun)
And I say: Mm, uh-huh
I want a bad boy to choke me (and I say)
Mm-Mm-Mm, uh-huh
That young one’s got the look
I-I want a thug and a bad boy
Who knows how to handle me right
I want a thug and a bad boy
Who knows how to handle me right
And I say: Mm, uh-huh
I want a bad boy to choke me (and I say)
Mm-Mm-Mm, uh-huh
To take me to Viña del Mar
Prr, break it down, no competition
She loved my style
Come on, babe, get ready
To take it all the way
Break it down, no competition
She loves my style
Come on, daddy, get ready
To take it all the way

Brr, the Jordan twenty-three
They don’t just shoot, they hit hard
Son of a bitch, they’re all over the place
I’m counting cash, babe, come over here
'Cause I know you dig the thug style (pow)
Brr, she gets wet for the Chilean (brr)
'Cause she knows I give it my all
I’m taking over the scene
They turned, let me have my space, I’m here to stay
All over the world, I dream (brr, haha)
They didn’t give, they won’t give, and they never will (nah)
Wherever they catch you, they’ll take you down (pow-pow-pow)
These fools are faking on Instagram
I’ll take them out, sons of a bitch

Prr, break it down, no competition
She loves my style
Come on, daddy, get ready
To take it all the way
Hey, break it down, no competition
She loved my style
Come on, babe, get ready
To take it all the way, brr

(Mm, grr)
Music with no limits (ah)
I take the girl to the mountains, not to London (to, to-to-to)
I liked the bitch, but she’s got no passport
I’ll fly her private in a small plane through the hills (ay)
Babe, forget the romance and take this chance
We’ll leave your boyfriend resting in peace (to-to-to)
From Chile to Mexico, the gangsters’ crew
I don’t think those fools can catch up to me
She wanted to go to Europe, but I took her to Eurapan
I hit it hard in the little house, in the hammock (ah, ah, ah)
I also bought her a big chain, real flashy (uy)
Here we’re bandits, we’re tough, we’re thugs
Ah, to, to, to, to-to-to-to

The Jordan twenty-three, the Jordan twenty-three
Haha
The ugly ducks incorporated and controlled
Uzielito (to-to-paw) DJ Kiire (grr)
Candela music, ah
From Chile to Mexico, you know what’s up
Brr, brr, brr
Haha