Kilos de H (part. Natanael Cano)

Because it's the life I deserve, old man
Completely live from Los Angeles, California
With my buddy Nat
And just like that, buddy Oscar
Buddy Joel, call him, old man
Yah-yaih!
And well pulled, buddy Joel, yeah!

This is the life, the one I deserve and I feel it
The papers get you out of any trouble and it's true
He's well tattooed and the white Mercedes
Girls dancing, something good
He pulls the guns, nothing scares him
The girls smell like Chanel

I quickly get the kilos of weed, the money
They broke into my house and the scoundrels stole from me
And today more connected, the eyes rolled back
I sigh, I sigh and to the plane
A mounted ass, Chris is already partying
And my car roars like a lion

I'm a fine rooster and now the girls look for me
Surrounded by friends and the P from Portland he carries
My mom praying, I'm well taken care of
And the Virgin on my neck
For the good, good, for the bad, bad
And selling weed is my thing

And with this we go to Terahuita
From Terahuita to Portland, old man
There it goes, buddy Chacho
And up Sonora, old man
Buddy Joaquín
Pure Mexicali

The lifestyle I've been picking up is expensive
But if I leave tomorrow, I'll leave happily
Fer and buddy Cochi always accompany me
Don Julio 70 to drink
Playing at the casino, calmly spinning the roulette
And today my blood carries my brother

This is the life, the one I deserve and I feel it
The papers get you out of any trouble and it's true
He's well tattooed and the white Mercedes
Girls dancing, something good
He pulls the guns, nothing scares him
The girls smell like Chanel

And there we were well pulled, buddy
Just like that, old man
And up the H