PERRA MADRE (part. Armenta)
Gabito Ballesteros
F***ING MOM (feat. Armenta)
Thank God I’m not feeling low
Burning cash, smoking weed
I know they’re watching over me from up high
But nothing fills me up, I miss your skin
I’ve been up all night, drinking tequila
I don’t know how the hell you came into my life
With another girl, I healed the wound
I’m not looking for excuses to see you again
To get you out of my heart
I’m looking for other girls, but no one’s like your lips
F***ing mom, nothing’s better
Since that night, my mind’s been all messed up
Moon, tell me if it’s tough
Whisper to me if she misses me, if she cries for me
You’re so sweet and I’m such a mess
Anyway, girl, I hope you’re doing much better alone
Uh!
Yeah-yeah
A-a-ayo
Much better alone
Come on, buddy Armenta
Your buddy Gabito, old man
Little one
Because we’re the ones who are here
Behave yourself
Ar-men-ta
Feeling all tingly, the pill’s got me
F***ing anxiety, sometimes it takes over
Wearing Cartier, asses, my medicine
Sex in the city, a pleasure addict
Lines of powder give me dopamine
They come and go heading up
I’ll keep being a badass for life
Sad Loqueron, an addict, baby
To get you out of my heart
I’m looking for other girls, but no one’s like your lips
F***ing mom, nothing’s better
Since that night, my mind’s been all messed up
Moon, tell me if it’s tough
Whisper to me if she misses me, if she cries for me
You’re so sweet and I’m such a mess
Anyway, girl, I hope you’re doing much better alone
Oh, little one
It’s Gabito, old man