Natural, Part 2 - Prinsess Jorge

He thought he took my bitch Nossir It was a plot Such a simple ass nigga She took everything that he got And He thought he was the shit Cause the diamonds all on his watch I told her to approach Goofy nigga aint know I watched him Hollon Hollon Hollon Hollon Im back in She pulled up in a black benz From Ukraine She love my black skin Yeah Yeah Successful black man You know I got the backends Plug just called and said them packs in Yeah Yeah Yeah Dontkno Yeah Yeah Yeah My bae deserves everything Shes the girl of my dreams (Shes Russian) I might just give her a wedding ring Shes really my queen (Really Russian) When I was locked up in a jail cell She kept it G (Gangster) Thats why Im always talking about her in my songs yall Thats my baby My bae said im pretty Baby youre very prettier () So many niggas really want my bitch But none can get with her (Two parts) We're at the top Sitting very comfy You niggas cant sit with her MWAHAHAHA Yall cant even reach my bitch Hollon She a boujee bitch but I was boujee first (yea) Bought her a handbag Then she said nigga where the bigger purse She a diva If yo bitch cant respect you Nigga just leave her And if you ever see my wife cheating Respectfully, just beat her (On god)

Bajo de un monte tupido Me puse a llorar mis penas Al verme llorar la tierra Tambien lloro la madera. Bajo de un monte tupido Me puse a llorar mus penas Alli como un solo hombre Masticando una respuesta Aprete fuerte mis manos Y te encontre en una de ellas. Alli como un solo hombre Masticando una respuesta. No es posible hermano mio Que siendo de un solo vientre A vos nada te interese Y no encuentras la manera De ser uno de los nuestros Y querer mas nuestra tierra Tierra madre chacarera Paisana criolla y humilde Aqui te lloran tus hijos Aquellos que bien pariste Alli se rien los otros Alli lejos y felices. Tierra madre esto te pasa Por ser demasiado buena Por que le abriste los brazos A tanta gente de afuera Tierra madre estobte pasa Por ser demasiado buena Aqui parieron sus hijos Muchas madres extranjeras Pocos son los que te aman Y te llaman madre tierra Aqui parieron sus hijos Muchas madres extranjeras Unidoa en la tristeza Sufre este pueblo conmigo Por ver como se aprovecha Aquel que no es argentino Y que se lleva la riqueza de mi suelo tan querido.