CHROME HEARTS (part. Fuerza Regida)

Hey yo
Fuerza Regida
Another level

The Chrome Hearts legging
I got three crosses and a horn on my side
Chill out, my old man
A hit is my Starbucks to keep me going
I’m cruising through France or Mazatlán
In the pulmonías, babe, what’s the plan?
Let’s bounce to the classic, something classic
Looks like a narco party, a real bash

But if you’re not here, I’m losing it
A Marlboro soaked for the sleepless nights
Babe, don’t cry for me if I die
'Cause us outlaws don’t go to heaven
Crazy, we knock 'em down like coconuts
The armored Cadillac, all homies
We leave the rivals looking dumb
Babe, just being your side guy is enough for me

Hey yo
This is how your buddy Gabito sounds, old man
Just like that, buddy Jesús
Pure Fuerza Regida, fuck yeah, old man
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Fuerza Regida

Speeding in the GT500, blasting a corrido
A line kicks in the ultra instinct to take down devils
Oh, baby, pass me the horn
It’s my Murasama sword to protect you, love
The rifles from Russia, cousin, we gotta meet up
'Cause the guys in the air are shooting, looks like Star Wars
Grab the Barrett and I already took down two
If I die, I’ll wait for you in heaven to make love

But if you’re not here, I’m losing it
A Marlboro soaked for the sleepless nights
Babe, don’t cry for me if I die
'Cause us outlaws don’t go to heaven
Crazy, we knock 'em down like coconuts
The armored Cadillac, all homies
We leave the rivals looking dumb
Babe, just being your side guy is enough for me

Just being your side guy, little one
Pure corridos tumbados
Just like that
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