london (part. Peso Pluma y Armenta)
Tito Double P
London (feat. Peso Pluma and Armenta)
Wuh
Ay-ay
Wuh
A little bag from Wanda, red eyes from Cosmos
Oh, I like it, I love it
Excess calls me, I’m feeling Mojo Jojo
Boutary, dining in France
Then straight to London
Ready with the long guns, diamonds in the thong
Fuck, fantastic
In one, Jacob & Co from the godfather, something nice
Here it’s Ferrari, not Mercedes-Benz
The show is heavy, well, if not, what’s the point?
Well, if not, what’s the point?
The boss, if there’s any trouble, they jump in hot
Capi is ready and, on the spot, the Glock
I’m King Midas, pink, the super one
In the style of James Bond
And because we’re the ones who are here, my old man
Compa Armenta, compa Tito
Long live the damn Dynasty, my old man
Bye!
Oh, mama!
Behave yourself
Ah
What? What?
Bichi Bratz in the pool party
They know, there’s no one like me
Yes, dance for me, you hot mama
Come to my bed, I’ll hook you up with an OXXO
Louis XIII in a red cup
Mind-blowing hoodie
White mountains of powder
The flashy Pradas, I spot them through the smoke
In one, Jacob & Co from the godfather, something nice
Here it’s Ferrari, not Mercedes-Benz
The show is heavy, well, if not, what’s the point?
Well, if not, what’s the point?
The boss, if there’s any trouble, they jump in hot
Capi is ready and on the spot, the Glock
I’m King Midas, pink, the super one
In the style of James Bond