LA SACAPUNTAS (part. Kabasaki, Zeno El Faraón y Kristina)

Point-point-tap, Kristina's in the zone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Forever, the queen of the scene
Hey, hey, Kabasaki

Late at night she shows up
Dressed in Prada, the girl’s heating up
Don’t play dumb, with me you’ll get turned on
Those urges to do it slow are strong

They call her the pencil sharpener-tap
She fires first, then asks, snap
And those black heels match her style
With the .22 semi-automatic always loaded, no denial

They call her the pencil sharpener-tap
She fires first, then asks, snap
And those black heels match her style
With the panties that mess with my health, oh wow

I’m a wild one, a crazy cat
A magician 'cause without touching, she’s up in a snap
Everyone knows Kristina stands out
That’s why in the hood they call her the sharpener, no doubt

Bring her out, you know I’m bad
I’m the certified sharpener, that’s a fact
'Cause I’m a babydoll, legs like a Lambo
Yeah, it’s true everything you heard, you know

They call me the pencil sharpener-tap
She fires first, then asks, I’m clever
'Cause I’m the sharpener, sharpener-tap
'Cause I’m a little devil just like you, whatever

Men, drugs, and cash, mind of a hustler
Wanted to chill but ended up with the richest fella
We stole your chains, your cash, and your dude
But we gave it back for the little pencil, dude

We hit the club, they part like Moses
You’re the water and I’m dying of thirst, it shows
Baby, I don’t have time, I’ll give you a quick call
So you’ll hit me up again, after all

Bitch, fags, and gold diggers
We sharpen your pencil, no triggers
Didn’t want it in the ass but you convinced me, babe
Kristina and Lorena, Illuminati wave

Always ready to bite you all over
In bed, I’m a criminal, Sinaloa’s lover
That ass knocks you out like Balboa
The chain’s clink rings out and it gets wetter

She likes it in the car, in sport mode
And from the corner of my eye, I see her explode
She gets excited when the ugly ones follow
Always asking for a hit in the party, no sorrow

Baby, we’ve had some debts for a while
But tonight that debt’s gonna be reconciled
Going hard has become a necessary thing
And I’m in love with a hitwoman, that’s the ring

Lorna, Kabasaki, Kristina
So you can sharpen my pencil, papa
We roll with men who got the dough
Not with those who make fools of themselves, you know

We’re not here for love
We’re here for the hundred-dollar bills, that’s the shove
You know how it goes, babe
The queen of the scene is back, no shame.