LOS CACORROS USAN KLEIMOND

A man without love ain't worth shit
Even if he’s got a lot of cash in his pocket
So it’s better to mess around with a real good time girl who doesn’t ask for anything
Flame
Yeah, haha

I’m ready, babe, what’s the plan?
What if I like you? Mm, kinda (oh)
But I’m all in if it’s to get the kid enrolled (yeah)
The bags are rocking Nikes and the kids are using Clemont

And I’m in Fendi and Dior (haha)
Cartier shades in Cholón, and the sun ain’t hitting (yeah)
I shaved the big head, said he feels the heat
That girl’s been with a dude, even got him drooling (ah)

Oh, you’re a smooth one, let’s get cozy
Or what’d you come for if not to chill and get some action?
That rude girl thinks she can demand
I’ll pick her up in the G-Wagon and she’s gotta bounce in a Picap (oh)

And shake it, she took two hits and now she’s all lit
Look at her, sucking on a fake one, without balls it don’t count
Suck it or you’re out, and you gotta throw it back, believe it
If she met the dude, that’s going to the crew, roll it (yeah)

Now the girls say I look sexy (huh?)
Normal, that’s 'cause I got cash (really?)
You know, money makes you look good
I ain’t pretty, but I got dough and a vibe to light it up

She likes how I sing and sees me at the shows (yeah)
That’s why when we hook up, I go hard with the chains
Saw the other one on Insta, she’s a total mess, but nah
I don’t know, saw her up close and she ain’t that cute (I don’t know)

So, did she overdo the makeup or Photoshop? (I don’t know)
But damn, I took a shot of Meromacho (I’m pissed)
Come on, my queen, take off those shorts (flame)
I’ll slide it in quick in my kicks with the Nike Shox (a quickie)

The girls love the fake guys
The ones who before the break, bring offerings to the Virgin
That girl wants a good time, come on, let loose
After I’m done, for God’s sake, I’ll give her a smack (haha)

And we’re raising the stakes
Now all the outfits are Chanel, Celine, or Balenciaga
If I mess up, I’m a fool
Filling this place with girls who never hold back (oh my God, babe, you know?)

And we’re raising the stakes
Now all the outfits are Chanel, Celine, or Balenciaga
If I mess up, I’m a fool (yeah)
Filling this place with girls who never hold back

And if I hit it, I don’t even know you
Don’t you see she’s a girl who studied at San Juan Bosco?
On Mileroticos, she’s hiding her face
What a fake, almost told me: Go ahead, dude

Oh, damn, even with that I messed her up (yeah)
I’m coming for her and to mark my territory, I just peed (oh, yeah)
Suck my balls, my head, and my ass (haha)
I bought her a postday and with that, I knocked her up (huh?)

Haha, and she’s selling nude pics
And says that because it’s me, she’s giving it away for free
If her name’s Laura or Camila, she’s a total dog
And I wanna dress like Purgatory, hit up Jota

Always more than two girls
Granolo and I chill at Urban on 92
To pick up the girls on NMax, I rocked my Hugo Boss (flame)
The fat millionaire and I ain’t Rick Ross

I’m ready, babe, what’s the plan?
What if I like you? Mm, kinda
But I’m all in if it’s to get the kid enrolled (yeah)
The bags are rocking Nikes and the kids are using Clemont

And I’m in Fendi and Dior (haha)
Cartier shades in Cholón, and the sun ain’t hitting (yeah)
I shaved the big head, said he feels the heat
That girl’s been with a dude, even got him drooling (haha)

Yeah, La K
The trap from Medallo, the trap from Colombia
Oh, no, is it gonna be you guys?
Better said

(Flame)
(Talk to them, Noah)
(GODFIRST)
(Talk to them, Dotor)