Rodeo

Welcome to the rodeo
Welcome to the rodeo
We're about to blow

Te voy a dar el run down
I'm busting through with a new sound
Exotic import to town
Internationally renown
I belong on a magazine
Maybe Vogue, get what I mean
Been cute since I was seventeen
Latin American dream
You need gall to do what I do
I could run laps around you
Taca, taca school you, boo
Get you a stool, homework too

Mama taught me the truth
No, you cannot buy couth
You cannot buy spit in a booth
You need talent, in sooth
You can buy clothes, not style
Face it, stop the denial
Cash only lasts a while
Can't buy rodeo style
Style, style, style
Can't buy rodeo style

Mirame, ay voy strutting
Como novela, I'm stunting
Down the favela, bumping
Grinding to get the crew jumping
Imma hustle my way up top
When I get there, I won't stop
Vamos hip hop, dale, chop chop
Cutting board, if you a flop
I only move with precision
Direction, passion, vision
Immigrant ambition

Mama taught me the truth
No, you cannot buy couth
You cannot buy spit in a booth
You need talent, in sooth
You can buy clothes, not style
Face it, stop the denial
Cash only lasts a while
Can't buy rodeo style
Style, style, style
Can't buy rodeo style

Hold your horse, ring the bell
Lock up your doors, clam shell
I come through like a cartel
Bulldoze the path I dwell
Lero, lero, farewell
Your insecurities swell

Welcome to the rodeo
We're about to blow
Welcome to the rodeo
Welcome to the rodeo
We're about to blow
We're about to blow

Mama taught me the truth
No, you cannot buy couth
You cannot buy spit in a booth
You need talent, in sooth
You can buy clothes, not style
Face it, stop the denial
Cash only lasts a while
Can't buy rodeo style
Style, style, style
Can't buy rodeo style



Credits
Writer(s): Cristian Perez Castillo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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