Un Selfie Con 3 Millones (part. Angel Dior)
Un selfie con tre' millone'
Destapando pila 'e condone'
Sonando en to' lo' musicone'
Enrola y prende lo' blune'
Te vo'a decir cómo hay que hacerlo
Agárrate de El Jefe, que despega el vuelo
En esta mierda yo soy el tatarabuelo
¿Dónde 'tán lo' tiguere' con grano'? Que lo' cuelo
Que lo' cuelo, trae lo' cuero', tiempo pa' mata'
Rabia de verdura, nunca voy pa'trá', atrá'
Tengo el cargamento de Corea en un foodtruck
Nada má' se escucha cuando suena el tra
Con la mascara de Jason matamo' a Freddy Krueger
Llama a La Melaza y busca el Uber
Tengo la guagua llena 'e tiguere', a dosciento' por el tunel
Que te atracan y lo suben pa' YouTube
Atrá', tengo el cargamento en un foodtruck
Nada má' se escucha el fra-fra-fra
Atrá', tengo el cargamento en un foodtruck
Nada má' se escucha el fra-fra-fra
Con veinte mil, cinco mil, treinta mil, cien mil
No importa que no haiga diente', te va' a reír
Con veinte mil, cinco mil, treinta mil, cien mil
No importa que no haiga diente', te va' a reír
Y yo me río
Porque lo' que me tiran saben tanto, que saben a mierda
Adigui-adigui, Angel
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Dale pa'trá' y no Alcace
To' lo que tú me 'tá hablando hace rato que me lo sé
En la madruga' te gusta la Forty, la Percocet
Fumando en la Tahoe con una nota que ni sé
Se acabó el agua pa' to' el que tenía sed
Moviendo to' lo' aparato' con El Hombre, como ven
Me le' moví de una a la gente mala fe
Se quieren topa' con mi velorio y no se va a pode'
Y yo maquinando lo que yo voy a hace'
Pa' yo tene' un mañana y mi familia mantene'
Vendía chocolate' y ahora bebo Moët
Y me la quieren hace', pero hace rato les pasé
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Con veinte mil, cinco mil, treinta mil, cien mil
No importa que no haiga diente', te va' a reír
Con veinte mil, cinco mil, treinta mil, cien mil
No importa que no haiga diente', te va' a reír
A Selfie With 3 Million (feat. Angel Dior)
A selfie with three million
Uncovering a bunch of condoms
Playing in all the big music
Rolling and lighting up the blunts
I'm gonna tell you how to do it
Hold on to The Boss, taking off
In this sh*t, I'm the great-great-grandfather
Where are the guys with money? I filter them
I filter them, bring the leather, time to kill
Anger of vegetables, I never go back, back
I have the shipment from Korea in a food truck
Nothing else is heard when the tra sounds
With Jason's mask we kill Freddy Krueger
Call La Melaza and look for the Uber
I have the van full of guys, two hundred through the tunnel
They rob you and upload it to YouTube
Back, I have the shipment in a food truck
Nothing else is heard the bang-bang-bang
Back, I have the shipment in a food truck
Nothing else is heard the bang-bang-bang
With twenty thousand, five thousand, thirty thousand, a hundred thousand
It doesn't matter if you don't have teeth, you're gonna laugh
With twenty thousand, five thousand, thirty thousand, a hundred thousand
It doesn't matter if you don't have teeth, you're gonna laugh
And I laugh
Because what they throw at me is so bad, it tastes like sh*t
Adigui-adigui, Angel
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Go back and don't reach
Everything you're talking about, I've known for a while
In the early morning, you like the Forty, the Percocet
Smoking in the Tahoe with a note I don't even know
The water ran out for everyone who was thirsty
Moving all the pieces with The Man, as they see
I moved away from the bad people
They want to clash with my wake and they won't be able to
And I'm scheming what I'm gonna do
To have a future and support my family
I used to sell chocolates and now I drink Moët
And they want to mess with me, but I passed them a while ago
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With twenty thousand, five thousand, thirty thousand, a hundred thousand
It doesn't matter if you don't have teeth, you're gonna laugh
With twenty thousand, five thousand, thirty thousand, a hundred thousand
It doesn't matter if you don't have teeth, you're gonna laugh
Escrita por: Chael Eugenio Betances / Emanuel Herrera Batista