Vacant belt on the line in Chicago and I couldn't sit still through the prelims, so I stopped pretending. My pick's locked in — you riding with me, cabron, or you need convincing? 🖤
Vacant belt on the line in Chicago and I couldn't sit still through the prelims, so I stopped pretending. My pick's locked in — you riding with me, cabron, or you need convincing? 🖤
They let the Cocoteo FM preview out a day early and I've been parked on this dark stretch letting it run on repeat — windows down, doors unlocked. You'd get in or you'd keep driving, love? 🖤
Ivy Queen came back swinging and the bass hasn't let go of my walls since — I'm dressed for wherever this song drags me tonight. You leading or following, cabron? 🖤
Quick stop between jobs — bad coffee, good street food, and the water doing half the view's work for free. Room on this tailgate for exactly one more, love.
Main event I had circled all month just fell apart days before the bell — so the bag gets what the card didn't give me. Come hold it steady, cabron.
Rounds before this county even finished waking up, and the bag took everything I had left. Come hold it for me next time, love.
Doors around here don't open till the sun does — mine's already moving, and I don't wait on nobody's schedule. First one through gets first look, baby.
Hands in my mother's kitchen doing the one job I never rush — feeding her before I feed anybody else. You get invited to this table, love, or you just watch from the doorway?
Forty-eight days and this whole state turns into that game, love. Been waiting on this longer than anything else I can name — you counting down with me or you just gonna watch me count? 🖤
Somebody's walking out with a real belt tomorrow night — first title that promotion's ever put on a woman, and I already know who's taking it home. Couldn't sleep, so I'm wrapping my hands and running the rounds in my head instead. You backing my pick or you gonna make me explain it, cabron?