512 (part. Jhay Cortez)

Today he says he arrives after 12
After 12, after 12
And he drives around in a van that looks like pieces
That look like pieces, that look like pieces

She moves her ass so they can enjoy it
So that they can enjoy it, so that they can enjoy it
He always gives wine and 512
And to the 512, already the 512

To the 512
Girl, tell your boyfriend to come out of the closet
Sometimes he drinks red wine, sometimes he drinks rosé
All drunk, she sings "He Doesn't Know Me"

I know he doesn't have a cat for a couple of years
What he wants is villainy, on the beach, champagne
He has a kind of retro flow, sometimes he wears Vans
She has a couple of envious people, but they don't give it to her

The bottle going down, the note going up
She moves that ass to see who's watching her
The 'swallow' comes to you without asking for it
A lot of shit talking and a lot of shit eating

The night is for grass and fighting
He doesn't play ball, but he pitches
He doesn't sell drugs, but he handles all the flow
He got his teeth done, not even the sun can whiten them
The baby is always pretty, never ugly

That's normal, that's routine
He says that the most—sometimes they are the finest
Pour premium on him, he likes gasoline
She smokes and gets drunk
I'll get married if he's a fucking good cook

She moves her ass so they can enjoy it
So that they can enjoy it, so that they can enjoy it
He always gives wine and 512
And to the 512, already the 512

She moves her ass so they can enjoy it
So that they can enjoy it, so that they can enjoy it
He always gives wine and 512
And to the 512, already the 512

The one who spends her time on missions, that's my shorty
She always escapes, but she never tells stories
He likes to move his ass so they throw him money
She has a gringo kitten, but she wants a bori

Make her sweat and eat it whole in the back seat
Envious' they see her well and want to give her an opinion
They don't reach their level and want to snore

Baby, let's go, but far away, I'll check that ass out
But don't fight, that's why I left her
I was a son of a bitch, baby, even if I act like an idiot
They see me and they get complex

And the baby is fine, ah
But I gave it to him up to the bottom in the marquee part
And it's routine
Let's not eat even in the cabin

He has discipline
He comes without warning and he knows that I love him
I put premium in it if it asks for gasoline
She is a gangster cat, but a fine one

And today he said he arrives after 12
After 12, after 12
And he drives around in a van that looks like pieces
That look like pieces, that look like pieces

She moves her ass so they can enjoy it
So that they can enjoy it, so that they can enjoy it
She gives wine and 512
And to the 512, already the 512
(And to 512, already 512)