Whisky And Spice

Yeico X Toni

Compositor: Yeico x Toni

(Oh shit)

Esto es basto, no basta
No hay pasta sin pasto
No hay pastel sin plato
Al trasto los tratos

Velociraptor, veloz y apto
Salgo en tu póster
Y en tu postal, apóstol impostor
El peta, lo peto, es un pétalo

Potas el paté de pato
El empaste, lo capto
Detente
Tu piba dice que no soy pa' tanto

Que soy un tonto
Que me lo monto de espanto
Un manta sin mantra del montón
¿Cuántas veces más tengo que explicar la razón por la que canto?

Te encanta
¿Dónde estás tú? Tengo el status
Pincho como cactus
Reviento como baldur

Tu tan preocupao' porque nunca en tu vida Vas a conseguir la movida para que produzcan un album
Chino sin comer bambú, presumo de bambas
La clavo en el bombo, explota como bomba
Te mato como la madre de bambi, sin ser boom bap

Que sepas que mi music a la tumba
Loco que retumba
Si te gustan mis temas que te cundan
Si no que te caiga una buena tromba

Y esto puro flow
Para partirlo en dos
Si le gusto a tu novia
Será por esta canción

One, two, three, to the four, feds
Outside my motherfucker door, coming for my shit
Like, I'm in bed with the mafia with an italian
Baby name Tania, repping Britannia
Been on this shit since the O2
Powering up like I'm Goku
Hit you with the kame-kame, come here little bitch

Lowkey been on the map since forever
I am a receiver, never been a giver
Are these cold bars spreading out fever
Evil like knievel, flying like a fucking eagle

Trying to tell all of these motherfuckers that I'm coming next
I'm the best, and I'm pulling up again
And now I'm winning, everybody feeling what I'm spitting
Everybody want to know, who's runnin' the show
If I'm feeling cocky call me Mr. Motherfucking Roe
If I'm feeling cocky call me mr. Motherfucking Roe, yo
Driving in my Panamera, with my panas driving through the fauna
Ratatata-ta-ta-ta-ta
Driving in my Panamera, with my panas driving through the fauna
I don't want a quarter pounder

Flying to Brussels for that big boy burger, flying to lux for that big boy chicken
Motherfucking finger licking, baby, why you flibbing?
Baby, why you looking? Baby, what you feeling?
Chicken nugget looking ass bitch, yeah
You fat shut the fuck up
Stu-tu-tutering looking ass bitch, yo
Nah, I ain't harsh, I am just truthful
I just spit bars and I want Gucci
I want fast cars just like in movies
Whisky and ice to pick up the spice
Money and wives, nobody's advice
Nobody's advice, yo

Brudda, I'm the best, you don't
Want to test, never get starring
Got a fat stash, just like man Stalin
All of them went to Harvard, yeah
But all of them work for me

Driving in a black Benz
Walking around like bad men
Always with the Mandem
Always with the Mandem
Bruv, ya, always with the Mandem
Yo, yo, check out for the Mandem, yo

Y esto es puro flow, para partirlo en dos
Si le gusto a tu novia será por esta canción
Y esto es puro flow, para partirlo en dos
Si le gusto a tu novia será por esta canción