Gabito Ballesteros, Luis R Conriquez Y Tito Double P - Belikon (LETRAS) 🎵

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  • Опубликовано: 8 ноя 2024

Комментарии • 6

  • @felipeantoniopachecocontre5074
    @felipeantoniopachecocontre5074 5 месяцев назад +3

    Puedes hacer uno de bichi porfavor

  • @RicardoVazquez-fb4cw
    @RicardoVazquez-fb4cw 4 месяца назад +1

    Alguien en 2024?

  • @cristinapiaf2327
    @cristinapiaf2327 5 месяцев назад

    Hay hay corridon❤

  • @KevinUrielOrganesRivera
    @KevinUrielOrganesRivera 4 месяца назад

    La Durango porfa

  • @dariangarcia7577
    @dariangarcia7577 5 месяцев назад +3

    I’m always out of control
    Molly in the power, the Lambo sounds
    Loads of armored ones watching over the boss
    Diamonds on the Rolex, neck and the horn
    Military boot, with a breastplate but I’m also fancy
    The whites look like they sow terror hardcore
    They shake the SCAR, Rubicón hits hard
    Pure Scary Movie with the fifty-year-old
    I bring bargain black ones, they’re Russian, not from Bimbo
    At the skinny guy’s command, they’re removed or I remove them here
    From the office they leave well-groomed
    Either they align or we align them
    We don’t play with pogs here, it’s smackdowns
    Dumbasses, we knock them down from heaven with punches
    Asses, powders, and money, there’s a buffet here
    And my tray is like Telcel’s
    Compa Gabo, Tito Double P
    Uh!
    Oh, mama
    That’s how your buddy Gabito sounds, old
    Compa Luis R
    Compa Tito
    Fireworks, damn it!
    Uh
    The colors change and the pattern changes
    Pea in the ear and on the big toe
    Tijuana is their home, I attend to them
    And with the puma, you already know what’s up
    Exclusive European weapons I carry in the armored one
    And even France can see how hardcore the dust arrives
    For the shorties Dom Péri, for me a rooster
    Pure cherry mustard, and I’m bellicose
    I bring bargain black ones, they’re Russian, not from Bimbo
    At the skinny guy’s command, they’re removed or I remove them here
    From the office they leave well-groomed
    Either they align or we align them
    We don’t play with pogs here, it’s smackdowns
    Dumbasses, we knock them down from heaven with punches
    Asses, powders, and money, there’s a buffet here
    And my tray pulls more than Telcel