Mi Niña (part. Victor Mendivil)

You know, my girl, that whatever you ask me
I’ll eat you up in the room, all crazy, with bites
When I met you, I took off that little Adidas skirt
I lied that day, fuck it, this would be for life (it's Wicked Outside)

There's a deal with the Mexican government and the gringos
I already had to blow up cop cars, those damn cops
We're on break, with the coke, I’m getting high
Mixing with pills and an M, totally wasted

We pull out the meters, rifles, and handguns
The 02 already said there are two hitmen on bikes
So, well copied, I’m already at the office
Because, my radio, the battery is running out

With a bang, connections like Irma Serrano
Presidents, the mob, the Pope in the Vatican
Photos with the wanted faces on Interpol
With the Slim family on the paddle court and golf

No bodyguards, because the crowd draws attention
But I’ve got guns tucked in my pants
I drive more than a hundred cars and I’m not a valet
I have a 1/1 Aston Martin in my collection

You know, my girl, that whatever you ask me
I’ll eat you up in the room, all crazy, with bites
When I met you, I took off that little Adidas skirt
I lied that day, fuck it, this would be for life

A silver Mansory that matches the watch
White gold on the grip of the Glock, wow
In the garage, now I have more than ten little cars
On the street, they call me the boss

What’s up? I have Taliban that never miss for me
All your people are still starving
Like a sheikh in the Tourbillon
Millions in pounds, I have in the crib

And now they’ll see us shouting: Allahu akbar
With the ones with the face of a snitch and one to finish
Colluding with the bad guys who look good
Those who, deaf, govern the Mexican Republic

Clubs and restaurants are now underground
Outside, I’m guarded by some Palestinians
I’m getting high and smoking weed with Scream
The magic psilocybin activated me

What Royal Palace, if you already know
Well, since we’re related, eighteen, but twenty
Well, if you already know Cypress Hill, I just forged another missile
And I ended up partying with an Israeli boss

Yeah, what’s up? A suitcase of greens a month
I went out again, kid, if you already know
With Casablanca inside the White House
Money never stagnates, my jewels from Tutankhamun

You know, my girl, that whatever you ask me
I’ll eat you up in the room, all crazy, with bites
When I met you, I took off that little Adidas skirt
I lied that day, fuck it, this would be for life

And now they’ll see us shouting: Allahu akbar
With the ones with the face of a snitch and one to finish
Colluding with the bad guys who look good
Those who, deaf, govern the Mexican Republic.