Tarde - Mdbcrew, C.R.O

Dos mil y pico, zorras

Yeh

Me siento, lo prenso, sé lo que estarás pensando (¿Qué?)

Sus besos, mi templo, esto no está funcionando (No)

Te invento, mil vientos, quiero que me sigas mirando (Seh)

Quiero que me sigas mirando (Seh), quiero que me sigas mirando (Seh)

Me siento, lo prenso, sé lo que estarás pensando (Ah)

Sus besos, mi templo, esto no está funcionando (Ah)

Te invento, mil vientos, quiero que me sigas mirando

Quiero que me sigas mirando (Seh), quiero que me sigas mirando

Aspiro el momento y borro to' por dentro pero sé como manejarlo

Hay droga por todo tu ambiente, jodiendo el fucking dirigente

Putas hablando de mi gente, silencios muestrense presentes

Confiable como tu propuesta, pero fino como tu apuesta

O como el perfume caro que se ponen esas demonias para irse de fiesta

Siguen hablando, dice usted que estamos inventando

Muchos que vienen con bardos, noches que llevan encargos

Y sin embargo (Y sin embargo), quieren seguir señalando

A la única musa de la Patagonia que flota en piernas de alto rango

Sigo ruleando (Sigo ruleando)

Lo estas viendo, se lo sigo dando

Enrolo smokin', mi piba esperando

Drug en la street, buena mierda girando

¿Qué estás mirando?

(¿Qué estás mirando?)

¿Toda la money que estoy malgastando?

(Jajaja)

Voy como Tony en lo alto jugando

Fueron mis hommies si andan preguntando (Yeh)

Bang Bro

Two thousand and something, bitches

Yeh

I feel it, I press it, I know what you'll be thinking (What?)

Her kisses, my temple, this is not working (No)

I invent you, thousand winds, I want you to keep looking at me (Yeah)

I want you to keep looking at me (Yeah), I want you to keep looking at me (Yeah)

I feel, I press it, I know what you'll be thinking (Ah)

Your kisses, my temple, this is not working (Ah)

I invent you, thousand winds, I want you to keep looking at me

I want you to keep looking at me (Yeah), I want you to keep looking at me

I inhale the moment and erase everything inside but I know how to handle it

There's dope all over your vibe, fucking up the fucking leader

Whores talking about my people, silence be present

Reliable as your proposal, but fine as your bet

Or like the expensive perfume that those demoniacs put on to go to a party

They keep talking, you say we're making it up

Many that come with bards, nights that carry errands

And yet (And yet), they want to keep pointing

To the only muse in Patagonia that floats on high-ranking legs

I keep rolling (I keep rolling)

You're seeing it, I keep giving it to him

I enroll smokin', my girl waiting

Drug on the street, good shit spinning

What are you looking at?

(What are you looking at?)

All the money I'm wasting?

(LOL)

I go like Tony on high playing

It was my hommies if they are asking (Yeh)

bang bro