MEDELLIN
(Yeah)
(Mmm)
Bags on me
Just bags
Father told me to stay low
Never sleep, always crash
Foreign bands raining slow-mo
A lotta numbers if you asking
Make 'em all come and hit a pose
Leave the room when you hear the tone
Medellin, give a dog a bone
What (what, what, what)
Yeah, check us now, in the centerfold (hey!)
Imported cash got her in the zone
Just burn the pack, smoke another one
Then another one
And another one
Check my lungs, they like 1 of 1
Hit my line, we gonna have some fun
Cuantes pesos, quattro chicasome
Bottomline, know I keep it tucked
Kill the beats, then I eat 'em up
Winters coming, got 'em freezing up
Packs coming, I don't need a plug
Bands stacking, yeah they creeping up
Bags on me like I need a bunch
Me vs you it's like three to one
Smoking shit until the tree is done (unh!)
Yeah I'm all about cash (ooh)
Never pretend like I needed love
Why these haters lookin' mad (ooh)
Don't think I wanna be keeping touch
Don't think you want me to feel the rush
Fuck up your life in a second
Get outta my face and my section
Don't worry 'bout me and my brethren
Bags on me, just bags
Father told me to stay low
Never sleep, always crash
Foreign bands raining slow-mo
A lotta numbers if you asking
Make 'em all come and hit a pose
Leave the room when you hear the tone
Medellin, give a dog a bone
What (what, what, what)
Yeah, check us now, in the centerfold (hey!)
Imported cash got her in the zone (zone)
Just burn the pack, smoke another one (we smoke)
Then another one
And another one (lungs)
Check my lungs, they like 1 of 1 (woah)
Hit my line, we gonna have some fun (woah)
Cuantes pesos, quattro chicasome
Run Medellin (Cuss 'em) (que!)
Run up the scene (yaa)
We had to run it on live (live, live, live)
Hop in and lean (dash)
Take you inside of my mind (ooh)
Take you in the back of my ride
We slide
You grindin'
I'm high
Up in the land of desire (ooh)
Yeah, there's where I'll be
Please don't come looking for me (que!)
And please don't keep knocking for answers (nah)
You know that shit don't come for cheap (it don't)
We have to run off the vibe, vibe, vibe, vibe
I've been overseas
Take you inside of my mind, mind, mind, mind
Lost in Medellin
(Mmm)
Bags on me
Just bags
Father told me to stay low
Never sleep, always crash
Foreign bands raining slow-mo
A lotta numbers if you asking
Make 'em all come and hit a pose
Leave the room when you hear the tone
Medellin, give a dog a bone
What (what, what, what)
Yeah, check us now, in the centerfold (hey!)
Imported cash got her in the zone
Just burn the pack, smoke another one
Then another one
And another one
Check my lungs, they like 1 of 1
Hit my line, we gonna have some fun
Cuantes pesos, quattro chicasome
Bottomline, know I keep it tucked
Kill the beats, then I eat 'em up
Winters coming, got 'em freezing up
Packs coming, I don't need a plug
Bands stacking, yeah they creeping up
Bags on me like I need a bunch
Me vs you it's like three to one
Smoking shit until the tree is done (unh!)
Yeah I'm all about cash (ooh)
Never pretend like I needed love
Why these haters lookin' mad (ooh)
Don't think I wanna be keeping touch
Don't think you want me to feel the rush
Fuck up your life in a second
Get outta my face and my section
Don't worry 'bout me and my brethren
Bags on me, just bags
Father told me to stay low
Never sleep, always crash
Foreign bands raining slow-mo
A lotta numbers if you asking
Make 'em all come and hit a pose
Leave the room when you hear the tone
Medellin, give a dog a bone
What (what, what, what)
Yeah, check us now, in the centerfold (hey!)
Imported cash got her in the zone (zone)
Just burn the pack, smoke another one (we smoke)
Then another one
And another one (lungs)
Check my lungs, they like 1 of 1 (woah)
Hit my line, we gonna have some fun (woah)
Cuantes pesos, quattro chicasome
Run Medellin (Cuss 'em) (que!)
Run up the scene (yaa)
We had to run it on live (live, live, live)
Hop in and lean (dash)
Take you inside of my mind (ooh)
Take you in the back of my ride
We slide
You grindin'
I'm high
Up in the land of desire (ooh)
Yeah, there's where I'll be
Please don't come looking for me (que!)
And please don't keep knocking for answers (nah)
You know that shit don't come for cheap (it don't)
We have to run off the vibe, vibe, vibe, vibe
I've been overseas
Take you inside of my mind, mind, mind, mind
Lost in Medellin
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