Description
Producer: MD XXL
Producer: Fibonacci
Composer, Lyricist: Juan Mercedes Villa
Lyrics and translation
Original
Southern trees
Bearing strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
MD, you go crazy
And blood at the roots
Yeah
I haven't seen it in a while (blood on the leaves)
Now it's 'more' good, I saw it in a video (blood on the leaves)
The other days I dreamed of giving him the finger (blood on the leaves)
That she goes for a walk with her friend (blood on the leaves)
(Blood on the leaves, yeah)
And I'll teach you a thousand ways, de chingar, ma (blood on the leaves)
And don't stop him, send me a popular one, ma
If it's for me, I give you even my soul (blood on the leaves)
As long as you let me break your butt (blood on the leaves)
Which minor has several
That she fucks nothing more than an official
She is the prettiest in the neighborhood
Let's go to The World, I have a party today
I put it in and I go
He wants a bad guy, he wants a bad guy and I am
He wants which one, he wants which one and I give him
Mommy you already know how I am (yeah)
And I'll teach you a thousand ways, de chingar, ma (blood on the leaves)
And don't stop him, send me a popular one, ma
If it's for me, I give you even my soul (blood on the leaves)
As long as you let me break your butt (blood on the leaves)
Fibo-Fibonacci
(Ah-ah-ah)
Let me pull up my pants, I look very poppy (ah-ah)
She moves that ass like an earthquake (ah-ah)
I met her in Skokka and she says that 'I'm crazy (ah-ah)
Ah-ah (yeah)
Come and get on the Mercedes with your torn panties
She's not her boyfriend's, now she's ours
She's turning on the bat, it looks like Juan Soto (ah-ah)
Now she dresses in pink, she has a pink ass (ah-ah)
If I touch it, she gets morbid (morbid)
I take off his clothes, in four and' something else (something)
If I give him tejío', I give him to cough (ah-ah)
E' my drug, I'm sick with your ass (drug)
Light a candle as if we were in the dark (ah-ah)
That she is 'badder' than me, I do heal (yeah)
I upload a video with her and I censor her (yeah)
One win's rapa, she's burning stage (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
E' princess and wine without the lid (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
A professional, since she was little, rapa
Let me pull up my pants, I look very poppy (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
She moves that ass like an earthquake
I met her in Skokka and she says 'I'm crazy (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Ah-ah (yeah)
Come and get in the Mercedes with your torn panties (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
She's not her boyfriend's, now she's ours
She's turning on the bat, it looks like Juan Soto (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
She's turning on the bat, it looks like Juan Soto