LA PANTERA (part. Alan Arrieta)

Cruisin' in my ride, a brand new Raptor
You can hear it roaring, the engine's been tuned up
Called the Panther, just 'cause I'm a badass
I grab the horn and let it rip wherever I go

With red eyes from that Cherry weed
Versace pants, Burberry shirt
Living that rockstar life, surrounded by artists
Models from magazines and a trip to Ibiza

I'm feeling dizzy, just pure sativa
Cruisin' in a supercharged ride that sounds like a whistle
The cheap girls don’t even look, they know who I am
Fuck it, I'm the kid who runs the whole block

I don’t give a damn about anyone who saw me down
I don’t back down, I didn’t take any shortcuts
With the Cherry, I chill, and without a plane, I travel
The horns are under the seat of the ride, of the ride

All the girls call me and tag me in their stories
I drive them crazy and they jump on me solo
She wants me to give her a little from my stash
She’s not scared of the radio, she knows how it goes

I’ll buy you all the Prada, I’m not really into roses
Deals with Colombians
They bring us the good stuff
Dressed in pixelated gear, and the ride’s armored

What’s up? What’s that sound? You can hear it bang
The horn when I hit the road to the mountains
Like Taliban, we’re out here in a war
Fighting for the block, protecting my land

What’s up? What’s the deal? The Panther’s here
If you missed me, you can fuck off

'Cause I’m warning you, I’m worse today
I’m more of a badass
I’ve gotten tougher
Yeah, yeah, for sure

Let them test it if they want to see
'Cause here we throw down for anyone who wants to step
They want to charge high for the bag
But we know they don’t have it
I’ll say it face to face to see if they can hold it
My crew won’t move until I give the order
We roll in a caravan
Whenever I want, I give the green light

The blondes jump on me
I show them some love, I bless the weed
They don’t behave nicely, they get wild with me
And they scream for it
They get high and take a little pic

So we can keep the memory fuckin' in the ride
When she was screaming for me to go slow
Slower, easy, babe, come here a little
I miss your ass, just for a little while

So we can keep the memory fuckin' in the ride
When she was screaming for me to go slow
Slower, easy, babe, come here a little
I miss your ass, just for a little while

I call Marbella, she makes me see stars
She passes me the horn when the cops are on my tail
Ana Sof gets jealous, she just starts fights
She gets upset 'cause she knows I work with the bad guys
Regina’s my neighbor, I can’t shake her off
She likes my chains that give me that thug vibe

And if they come looking for me, what’s the problem?
I’m at your service, money doesn’t matter
And if they find me, what’s the problem?
I don’t give a fuck, I’ll be waiting for them

Cruisin' in my ride, a brand new Raptor
You can hear it roaring, the engine's been tuned up
Called the Panther, just 'cause I'm a badass
I grab the horn and let it rip wherever I go

With red eyes from that Cherry weed
Versace pants, Burberry shirt
Living that rockstar life, surrounded by artists
Models from magazines and a trip to Ibiza

(I’m feeling dizzy, just pure sativa)
(Cruisin' in a supercharged ride that sounds like a whistle)
(The cheap girls don’t even look, they know who I am)
(Fuck it, I'm the kid who runs the whole block)

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Compa Alan
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Peace out!