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Lyrics
You ain't a king, you’re a pendejo hopin' for a taste,
A literal clown with a puto look all on your face.
I heard you love the flavor, yeah, you thirstin' for the white,
Drinkin’ mecos like a soda in the middle of the night.
You a culero, a bottom, yeah you take it like a pro,
From Mexico to here, everybody fuckin' knows.
You don't want the smoke, you just want a cup of leche,
Stayin' on your knees 'til your whole throat is sketchy.
Bend it over, take the drill, let 'em fill you to the brim,
You ain't a hitter, you’re just lunch to every one of them.
Keep that mouth open wide, yeah, swallow down the shame,
A meco-drinkin' b*tch is your only fuckin' name
Details
GeneratedDec 22, 2025
Duration0:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
(Beat: Slow, heavy, distorted bass with a metallic "clink" every few seconds), rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt byBeatOutput99
ModelAria v5
