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Big Ass Little Ass

Big ass, little ass
And no, not you
You can't handle a crash
In the mic because you're a copycat
In the beat because you lack flow
In life for being a jerk
On the street because you're

Big ass, little ass
And no, not you
You can't handle a crash
What's up, what happened?
Not so tough
Not so tough
Like an Al Capone

You're a big mouth
Run, run fast
If you look at the bald one
He loses his courage
And says no
If he's a big coward

To kill time
But in one go
Act tough with me
So you see who I am
I kill your rooster
Wherever I go

Leaving him in ridicule
He lacked testicles
There are no titles on the street
No rules or shows
Ass, ass

People know you're an ass
Ass, ass
Directly, I don't pretend
Buddy, with me it's over
Who confronts me
Finds out I'm mortal
I go against
Old buttocks, ready
I know they can't stand
Seeing they can't reach me

They can't handle it
Not even a bit
With a slap
Their mouths open
They talk a lot
But they're little bitches
Greetings from hell

Damn bunch of little asses
Big ass little ass
And no, not you
You can't handle a crash
In the mic because you're a copycat
In the beat because you lack flow
In life for being a jerk
On the street because you're
Big ass, little ass

And no, not you
You can't handle a crash
What's up, what's up?
Not so cool
That you were a badass
That you were going to give me a beating
Chatter, charlatan
You're not real
For this rap thing

I'm the boss
No more to be said
That's reality
As long as I'm alive
You don't sound real
To me you're just as artificial
As a reggaeton artist trying to rap
To leave him in ridicule

I had plenty of testicles
You're not an obstacle to me
I beat you even in my sleep
Ass, ass
Your people know you're an ass
Ass, ass
They tell you where I wander
Shit, you just gave me rope
And for you to stop me
I doubt you have what it takes
I don't know who you rely on
But it doesn't matter
Whoever you come with
Whatever you bring
Don't get distracted
Every time you go out
So you don't fall
Selling your ass
You might get bitter
You might get happy
You might love
Sucking dicks
Big ass, little ass
And no, not you
You can't handle a crash
In the mic because you're a copycat
In the beat because you lack flow
In life for being a jerk
On the street because you're
Big ass, little ass

And no, not you
You can't handle a crash
To see if it's true that it's you
But you, don't even send a damn thing
Because to pay for a hit, I also have money
(Really? No, I'm not, I'm not, I'm losing my mind)