FEKA (part. El Alfa y Miky Woodz)
Siempre las baby' me hacen fila (no te vo'a mentir)
Filoteo casi encima (okay)
Pa'l de carro' en la marquesina (chuli gang, baby)
No lo' veo desde arriba
(Bebé, déjate llevar por el og; geezy, homie)
Feka, feka
To' tus pana' son feka (okay)
To' los tuyos son feka (¿cómo?)
Hasta las yeezys son feka (uh)
Esa roleta es feka (dale)
Tu caja 'tá hueca (geezy)
No me ronques de calle (chuli gang)
A mí no me mete' la feka (¡wuh!; rra)
Feka (feka), feka (feka; jajaja)
To' tus pana' son feka (son feka; ey)
To' los tuyos son feka (son feka; indicando, gezzy)
Hasta las yeezys son feka (uy)
Esa roleta es feka (feka; no capeamo' feka never)
Tu caja 'tá hueca (hueca)
No me ronques de calle (nope)
A mí no me mete' la feka
Como dicen en New York: Dímelo, yai (indicando)
Tú ere' un embustero y aquí no patrocinamos esa, pa'I (ey; no, no)
Tienes dos strikes (true)
Yo los conozco lo: De frente son pendejísimo' (ey; jajaja)
Y despué' los ves roncándome en un live (what?; un live)
Si tú ere' una escuela, yo el school supply que les suple (uh-wuh)
Tú eres feka, desde que te vi lo supe (ey)
Tu movie de 30 cuento' 29 son embuste' (hol' up; ey)
Y no me tire', te cae en la cara si pa' arriba escupe' (uh, uh)
Son de embuste' tus ropa'
Son de embuste' tus cubana' (you know it)
Son de embustes que eres gangster
Tú eres quien se lo mamá (mamón, sabemo' lo tuyo)
Tú eres feka, ¿y te hablo claro de pana? (yeah-yeh)
To' los mío es og, pregunta a ver si alguien me difama (ey, ey)
Tú eres feka (uh, uh)
Feka, feka (ey, ey)
To' tus pana' son feka (okay; no te vo'a mentir, cabrón)
To' los tuyos son feka (¿cómo?)
Hasta las yeezys son feka (uh)
Esa roleta es feka (wait)
Tu caja 'tá hueca (geezy)
No me ronques de calle (chuli gang)
A mí no me mete la feka (¡wuh!; ra)
Feka (feka), feka (feka)
To' tus pana' son feka (son feka)
To' los tuyos son feka (son feka)
Hasta las yeezys son feka (uy)
Esa roleta es feka (feka)
Tu caja 'tá hueca (hueca)
No me ronques de calle (nope)
A mí no me mete la feka (gezzy, homie)
Estrella de la cancha, tú eres la mascota (okay)
Feka como tus cadena' de lejos se nota (tú sabe')
Siempre fumo caro, por eso es la nota (siempre)
Tu combo se lo mama, el phillie' no rota (gezzy, homie)
(Yao')
La tarjeta con chip, celulare' con chip
Ten cuida'o si te pasa', la Glock tiene un chip (pew, pew)
A la mujere' tuya' le hacemo' un chichi (ey)
Prendemo' lo' bate' liga'o con [?]
La ropa que me pongo e' Versace-ce-ce (ah)
Con ese flow bájate piti-ti
20 mil africano' buscando en el lodo
Pa' los diamante' de mi pi
(Lambo'; ¡fum!)
En la planta que yo ando (wuh)
Cuando yo llego se quedan babeando (prr-prr; wuh)
La competencia la estamo' matando (wuh, wuh)
Lo' cheque' y lo' culo' me siguen llegando (wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh)
El alfa e' que da la para (wuh), cuando cotorra dispara (wuh)
Quiero que vea' a tu jeva (wap)
Cuando le pongo mi ñema en su cara
En la Gucci la glopeta (wuh)
No capeamo', no bajan completa'
La' moña' parecen el pelo 'e jon z (yi)
Real g, pero tu baby seca (okay)
Yao', so, hater, baje la ira (baja)
No es culpa si ella me mira (ah)
Si me toca', te va' en güira
Baja lo mío, apunta con mira (wuh)
Siempre llegamo' con la manada
Con los mismo', no ha cambiado nada
Sintieron la presión desde la entrada
Pasamo' la' pieza' como si nada
Feka, feka
To' tus pana' son feka (okay)
To' los tuyos son feka (¿cómo?)
Hasta las yeezys son feka (uh)
Esa roleta es feka (dale)
Tu caja 'tá hueca (¡geezy!)
No me ronques de calle (chuli gang)
A mí no me mete la feka (¡wuh!; ra)
Feka (feka), feka (feka)
To' tus pana' son feka (son feka)
To' los tuyos son feka (son feka)
Hasta las yeezys son feka (uy)
Esa roleta es feka (feka)
Tu caja 'tá hueca (hueca)
No me ronques de calle (nope)
A mí no me mete la feka (gezzy, homie)
¡Ay!
You know what time it is, homie
Los chulito'
Dímelo, miky, what's happen?
No capeamo' feka never
El alfa
Tus gata' son feka, tu' culos son feka, feka, feka, feka, feka
De R.D. a p. R., okay
Hear this music
Hydro
Dímelo, santo niño
Gold2 latin music, nigga
[?]
Update, daddy
Pj, homie
Dile, coro
Oby
Okay
Chulito flow
FEKA (feat. El Alfa and Miky Woodz)
Always the ladies line up for me (not gonna lie)
I flirt almost on top (okay)
A couple of cars in the driveway (chuli gang, baby)
I don't see them from below
(Baby, let yourself be carried away by the og; geezy, homie)
Fake, fake
All your buddies are fake (okay)
All yours are fake (what?)
Even the yeezys are fake (uh)
That Rolex is fake (go)
Your wallet is empty (geezy)
Don't act tough in the streets (chuli gang)
You don't fool me with the fake (wuh; rra)
Fake (fake), fake (fake; hahaha)
All your buddies are fake (they're fake; ey)
All yours are fake (they're fake; pointing, gezzy)
Even the yeezys are fake (oh)
That Rolex is fake (fake; we never fake it)
Your wallet is empty (empty)
Don't act tough in the streets (nope)
You don't fool me with the fake
As they say in New York: Tell me, yai (pointing)
You're a liar and we don't sponsor that here, bro (hey; no, no)
You have two strikes (true)
I know them: Face to face they're idiots (hey; hahaha)
And then you see them bragging on a live (what?; a live)
If you're a school, I'm the school supply that supplies them (uh-wuh)
You're fake, since I saw you I knew (hey)
Your 30-story movie, 29 are lies (hold up; hey)
And don't mess with me, it'll hit you in the face if you spit up (uh, uh)
Your clothes are lies
Your cuban links are lies (you know it)
It's a lie that you're a gangster
You're the one who sucks up to it (suck-up, we know your deal)
You're fake, and I'm telling you straight up, buddy? (yeah-yeh)
All mine are real, ask around if anyone defames me (hey, hey)
You're fake (uh, uh)
Fake, fake (hey, hey)
All your buddies are fake (okay; not gonna lie, bastard)
All yours are fake (what?)
Even the yeezys are fake (uh)
That Rolex is fake (wait)
Your wallet is empty (geezy)
Don't act tough in the streets (chuli gang)
You don't fool me with the fake (wuh; ra)
Fake (fake), fake (fake)
All your buddies are fake (they're fake)
All yours are fake (they're fake)
Even the yeezys are fake (oh)
That Rolex is fake (fake)
Your wallet is empty (empty)
Don't act tough in the streets (nope)
You don't fool me with the fake (gezzy, homie)
Star of the court, you're the mascot (okay)
Fake like your chains, it shows from afar (you know)
I always smoke expensive, that's why it's the note (always)
Your crew sucks up to it, the blunt doesn't pass (gezzy, homie)
(Yao')
The chip card, phones with chips
Be careful if something happens to you, the Glock has a chip (pew, pew)
We make a mess with your women (hey)
We light up the bats mixed with [?]
The clothes I wear are Versace-ce-ce (ah)
With that flow, calm down piti-ti
20 thousand Africans looking in the mud
For the diamonds on my feet
(Lambo'; puff!)
Where I walk (wuh)
When I arrive, they stay drooling (prr-prr; wuh)
We're killing the competition (wuh, wuh)
Checks and asses keep coming to me (wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh)
El alfa is the one who sets the tone (wuh), when the parrot shoots (wuh)
I want you to see your girl (wap)
When I put my essence in her face
In the Gucci the gun (wuh)
We don't fake it, we don't back down completely
The chains look like Jon Z's hair (yi)
Real g, but your girl is dry (okay)
Yao', so, hater, calm down (calm down)
It's not my fault if she looks at me (ah)
If you touch me, you'll be spinning
Lower yours, aim with precision (wuh)
We always arrive with the crew
With the same ones, nothing has changed
They felt the pressure from the entrance
We pass the pieces like it's nothing
Fake, fake
All your buddies are fake (okay)
All yours are fake (what?)
Even the yeezys are fake (uh)
That Rolex is fake (go)
Your wallet is empty (geezy!)
Don't act tough in the streets (chuli gang)
You don't fool me with the fake (wuh; ra)
Fake (fake), fake (fake)
All your buddies are fake (they're fake)
All yours are fake (they're fake)
Even the yeezys are fake (oh)
That Rolex is fake (fake)
Your wallet is empty (empty)
Don't act tough in the streets (nope)
You don't fool me with the fake (gezzy, homie)
Ay!
You know what time it is, homie
The cool ones
Tell me, miky, what's happenin'?
We never fake it
El alfa
Your chicks are fake, your asses are fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
From D.R. to P.R., okay
Hear this music
Hydro
Tell me, holy child
Gold2 latin music, nigga
[?]
Update, daddy
Pj, homie
Tell 'em, chorus
Oby
Okay
Cool flow