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Russ Millions
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Juan Manuel Cortés Reyes
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Kilvertz
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Letra
Yo, Kilvertz (Kairo)
.323, it's .44, .45, fuck with the opps, get hit with a hot band, hot band, hot band
Here for a good time, not for a long time
Milly Milly, te paso el trapo, empapo y saco pa' buscar saco
(Yeah) Russian shawty shake her bunda pronto
Straight out the blue like Smiley and Cole (uh-huh, uh-mmm)
Russ gets outta control, man I wrote that style and everyone knows
Bad gyal, she's drivin' the boat (woo), she likes it when I'm grabbin' her throat
Her friends on me, I'm dickin' 'em both
Click-clap, boom, dispara la Glock (grrt)
Cala bomba, clow, y sobra de flow
Y no hacemo' show, si te vacío los 32 (woo)
Quiero dinero encima de lo' culo (culo, culo, culo, culo)
De la mami chula, un chulo, no se lo mama a ningún patrón
Secret-secretly gyal, give me the rum-rum, murder
Killy Milly mash up the pum-pum (shatta)
Gun in my bag, got a set in my waist with Berger, man, I can't get him to take (uh-huh)
My mamacita's callin' me, "Papi", holdin' me down and it's makin' me happy
Two for a gun, they could never catch up, murder the pum-pum, pussy, get my shot
Milly Milly, te paso el trapo (grrt), empapo y saco pa' buscar saco (boom-boom)
Quiero un kilo, me llamo Paco, andamo' detrás de los taco' (woo)
Le estoy dando duro a esa chapa, pero inteligente del casco
Etamo' contando millones, no quiero volver a verme flaco
.323, it's .44, .45 (blaow), start with the opps, get hit with hot band (blaow, blaow, blaow, shatta)
I need a Draco, I need a carbine, here for a good time, not for a long time
.323, it's .44, .45, start with the opps, get hit with hot band (bullet, bullet, bullet, shatta)
I need a Draco, I need a carbine, here for a good time, not for a long time (grrt)
Y si la saco sabe' que voy a tirar a mata' (grrt)
Y lo real siempre reconoce lo real (grrt)
Y tu mamá no va a querer de que yo la use
Pue' a los doce perdimo' las luce', peine' que bajaron, nuevos se los puse (woo)
Y- (shatta)
Grrt, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow (shatta)
Writer(s): Juan Manuel Cortés Reyes, Russ Millions
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