No Me Suman
Tirando unos verde', brillando mis joya'
Se me nota el peine, muerte al que te apoya
Nosotro' mandamo', cierren la disco
Y maleante', que guarden las pistola'
Amarra tu polola, que, si la veo suelta
Se la va a llevar la ola
Te metemo' con la .40, yo soy el controla
Pica'o a choro, pero siempre piola
No colaboro, porque no me suman
Yo sé que tú bebe', yo sé que tú fuma'
Nos espera el jacuzzito con espuma
Hoy, no salen los lobo', te bajé la Luna
Tú no te imagina' cuánto cobro
Ustedes confórmense con lo que sobró
Están escrachao', no venden escenario'
Y nosotro', burlao', rompiendo los estadio'
Plo-Plo-Plomo pa' to' los contrario'
Tic-tac-tic, medio palo en el Jacobo
Clic-clac-clic, siempre ready los sicario'
Obliga'o, la que quiera me la robo
En tu área, fumeteando sin ata'o
Las combis son pali, brother, lo tuyo es presta'o
Tú no sabe' cuánto yo me he paquea'o
Rico deprimí'o, pero estamo' bacán
Piensan rígido, por eso es que les va mal
Cuando me retire, les mandamo' al Tobal
Andamo' nítido, te tiramo' pa' los caimán
Y te planchamo' con los Can-Am
Hablan de plata y no llegan
Tírenme, cabrone', y se van a enterrar
Andamo' ready con sicario', y ya
Puro hijo de Lucifer, tú sabe' qué, pa
Tirando unos verde', brillando mis joya'
Se me nota el peine, muerte al que te apoya
Nosotro' mandamo', cierren la disco
Y maleante', que guarden las pistola'
Amarra tu polola, que, si la veo suelta
Se la va a llevar la ola, te meto la .40
(No-No-No) no colaboro, porque no me suman
Yo sé que tú bebe', yo sé que tú fuma'
Nos espera el jacuzzito con espuma
Hoy, no salen los lobo', te bajé la Luna
Al rebote, lo destroné y coroné
Siempre ando de diseñador con mi banda
Me busqué y puse a los mío' como es
A ninguno le falta na', la presión se siente
Tirando unos verde', brillando mis joya'
Se me nota el peine, muerte al que te apoya
Nosotro' mandamo', cierren la disco
Y maleante', que guarden las pistola'
Amarra tu polola, que, si la veo suelta, ah-ah
Se la lleva la ola, te meto la .40, ah-ah
They Don't Add Up to Me
Throwing some green, shining my jewels
You can see the comb, death to whoever supports you
We run this, close the club
And thugs, put away the guns
Tie up your girl, 'cause if I see her loose
The wave's gonna take her away
We hit you with the .40, I'm the one in control
Acting tough, but always chill
I don't collaborate, 'cause they don't add up to me
I know you drink, I know you smoke
The hot tub with bubbles is waiting for us
Today, the wolves don't come out, I brought down the Moon
You can't imagine how much I charge
You all settle for what's left
You're washed up, can't sell a stage
And we're laughing, breaking the stadiums
Bang-bang-bang for all the opposers
Tick-tock-tick, half a stick in the Jacobo
Click-clack-click, always ready, the hitmen
Forced, whoever wants it, I steal it
In your area, smoking without a tie
The vans are for the homies, bro, yours is borrowed
You don't know how much I've been through
Feeling good but still down
You think rigid, that's why you fail
When I retire, we send you to Tobal
We're fresh, we throw you to the alligators
And we flatten you with the Can-Am
Talking about money and not showing up
Throw it at me, you bastards, and you'll get buried
We're ready with hitmen, and that's that
Pure sons of Lucifer, you know what I mean
Throwing some green, shining my jewels
You can see the comb, death to whoever supports you
We run this, close the club
And thugs, put away the guns
Tie up your girl, 'cause if I see her loose
The wave's gonna take her away, I hit you with the .40
(No-No-No) I don't collaborate, 'cause they don't add up to me
I know you drink, I know you smoke
The hot tub with bubbles is waiting for us
Today, the wolves don't come out, I brought down the Moon
On the rebound, I dethroned and crowned
Always dressed designer with my crew
I got mine and set them up right
None of them lack anything, the pressure is real
Throwing some green, shining my jewels
You can see the comb, death to whoever supports you
We run this, close the club
And thugs, put away the guns
Tie up your girl, 'cause if I see her loose, ah-ah
The wave's gonna take her away, I hit you with the .40, ah-ah
Escrita por: Cris Mj, Nes On The Shet