Santa Clause - Almighty

Yo soy un guerrero, nunca me dejé

Me quede con las mujeres pero no confié

El menor me pide un rifle y se lo regalé

Ya tú tá' ready pa' que hale, yeh

En el barrio a mi me dicen Santa Clause, Santa Clause

El que auspicia toa' la' glock, glock, glock

Rojito como lo' Blood'

Protagonista a lo The Rock

Aquí somo' rockstar, I don’t give a fuck

En el barrio a mi me dicen Santa Clause, Santa Clause

El que auspicia toa' la' glock, glock, glock

Rojito como lo' Blood'

Protagonista a lo The Rock

Aquí somo' rockstar, I don’t give a fuck

Custom sácame el trineo

La guagua Mercedez, ¿en qué andan ustede' que no lo' veo?

Mucho perico, mucho meneo

Ciérrame el clavo por si los feos

Mami, tú dime cuál es tu deseo (Dime)

Tu tienes marido yo no me perseo, ah

A mí no me gusta jangear, baby

Pero aveces me meto al mar con to' los peces

Chavos pa' la stripper, los merece

Mami, no me beses

Que no sé cuantos la han visto estos meses

Y dice jingle bell

Llegaron las pistolas, jingle bell

Dirigiendo Golden State

Flow Steve Kerr

Un saludo a tu mujer

Brother, dile que no me va perder

Que yo de nuevo le quiero meter

En el barrio a mi me dicen Santa Clause, Santa Clause

El que auspicia toa' la' glock, glock, glock

Rojito como lo' Blood'

Protagonista a lo The Rock

Aquí somo' rockstar, I don’t give a fuck

Llego el cartero con la merca

Que pasen los desgraciados que ya Laura está en América

Tu puta es esférica, no tiene métrica

Sigan comprando tennis réplica, yeh, yeh

A los tiros de aka yo me acostumbré

Pillé al pana tuyo, saqué y alumbré

Te miro a los ojos, yo soy un hombre

Tiran balas locas pero sin nombre

Meterle a tu jeva también lo logré

No tienen ticket, son todos pobre

Si yo los probé

Tan buscando un show porque me los robé, yeh, yeh

Un soldo me dijo que no te escuchara

Que tú pones la lenta en la cuchara

Mejor que te picheara

Que fuera y chichara

Que la cara te inchara

Que los linchara

Que despueé de meterle a tu puta yo la despachara

Yo soy un guerrero, nunca me dejé

Me quede con las mujeres pero no confié

El menor me pide un rifle y se lo regalé

Ya tú tá' ready pa' que hale, yeh

En el barrio a mi me dicen Santa Clause, Santa Clause

El que auspicia toa' la' glock, glock, glock

Rojito como lo' Blood'

Protagonista a lo The Rock

Aquí somo' rockstar, I don’t give a fuck

Almighty, Almighty

Jajaja

It’s The Game Changer

Rifles pa' to el mundo

Pistolas pal' que quiera

Tienen derecho a guerrear

Compren balas

Dímelo, Edup

Custom

Primo Boyz Music

La industria de los Inmortales

I am a warrior, I never left

I stayed with women but I did not trust

The minor asked me for a rifle and I gave it to him

Now you are ready to go, yeh

In the neighborhood they call me Santa Clause, Santa Clause

The one who sponsors all the glock, glock, glock

Red like 'Blood'

Protagonist a la The Rock

Here we are' rockstar, I don't give a fuck

In the neighborhood they call me Santa Clause, Santa Clause

The one who sponsors all the glock, glock, glock

Red like 'Blood'

Protagonist a la The Rock

Here we are' rockstar, I don't give a fuck

Custom take me out the sled

The bus Mercedez, what are you doing that I don't see it?

A lot of parakeet, a lot of wiggle

Close my nail in case the ugly

Mommy, tell me what your wish is (Tell me)

You have a husband, I don't perse myself, ah

I don't like to jange, baby

But sometimes I get into the sea with all the fish

Guys for the stripper, he deserves them

Mommy, don't kiss me

I don't know how many have seen it these months

And she says jingle bell

The guns have arrived, jingle bell

Running Golden State

Flow Steve Kerr

Greetings to your wife

Brother, tell him he's not going to lose me

That I want to put him again

In the neighborhood they call me Santa Clause, Santa Clause

The one who sponsors all the glock, glock, glock

Red like 'Blood'

Protagonist a la The Rock

Here we are' rockstar, I don't give a fuck

The postman arrived with the merchandise

Let the unfortunates pass that Laura is already in America

Your bitch is spherical, she has no metric

Keep buying replica sneakers, yeh, yeh

I got used to the shots of aka

I caught your corduroy, I took it out and I lit it

I look into your eyes, I am a man

They throw crazy bullets but without a name

Putting your jeva in I also made it

They do not have a ticket, they are all poor

Yes I tried them

So looking for a show because I stole them, yeh, yeh

A soldier told me not to listen to you

That you put the slow in the spoon

I better pitch you

Let it go and chichara

That the face will make you angry

lynch them

That after I put your whore in I would send her away

I am a warrior, I never left

I stayed with women but I did not trust

The minor asked me for a rifle and I gave it to him

Now you are ready to go, yeh

In the neighborhood they call me Santa Clause, Santa Clause

The one who sponsors all the glock, glock, glock

Red like 'Blood'

Protagonist a la The Rock

Here we are' rockstar, I don't give a fuck

Almighty, Almighty

Ha ha ha

It's The Game Changer

Rifles for the world

Pistols for whatever you want

They have the right to war

buy bullets

tell me Edup

customized

Cousin Boyz Music

The Industry of the Immortals