TATA (remix) (part. J Balvin, Daddy Yankee, Bobby Shmurda)

TATA (remix) (feat. J Balvin, Daddy Yankee, Bobby Shmurda)

Wuh (Wuh, wuh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Off-White the flip-flops, Gucci the robe
Delinquent friends, not like Tata
The street hot like a bonfire
That one tried, but when they try

Pew for the feet, they dance bachata
Always on point, Hakuna Matata
MP5 leaves you trapped
When it sounds it goes ra-ta-ta-ta

They say my name, never my face, they talk, they have no data
I'm in LA with my essay, why you so thirsty? You need some water
With the cone from Mexico, yes, the doctor, drinking Henny Horchata
Don't call me for gossip, stirring up, that's from Satan

Ra-ta-ta-ta, Eladio doesn't tie, Eladio smokes like a rasta
I came from the bush, only thug life, no chorus with rats
Don't mess with the devil, Nata said that
I came from below, like the sweet potato
They want to see me dead, go ahead, come and try
There are two options, nigga, lead or silver, yeah

Smokin' on zaza, whippin' up yaya
Tell 'em, Free Quavo and Rashad
Plaka, tell 'em this bad man, tell 'em this danda
Tell 'em that I'm top shotter
Robber, me and my pilots
Me and my naggas, my mommy, my choppers (grr)

Just came home off a lock-up (grr)
Grr anything when I pop up (like baow)
Blowin' that nino, throw that thing up
Roll everything I see up (baow)

Smokin' on Easter, really don't need her
After I fuck her, you can keep her
Baby, I'm steady in this breach up
Baby, I rack them, niner

And I got hitters in Humacao
And even in Medellín, uh (oh, jeez)
Uh, bang-bang, bitch
You better never speak up (hey, skrrt)

Bang-bang, bitch
I went to sleep with a eater, uh
Bang or gang, bitch

I got to sleep with the nina'
I go to sleep with these divas (yeah, okay, yeah)
I done came up from the keesh, yeah

Off-White the flip-flops, Gucci the robe
Delinquent friends, not like Tata
The street hot like a bonfire
That one tried, but when they try
Pew for the feet, they dance bachata
Always on point, Hakuna Matata

(J Balvin, man)
To make history, that's what it's about
Your movie is fake and therefore, cheap
I'm the same, just with more money
You guys are good, but ego kills you, uh

Millionaire without a tie
José always has it high
We're calm, Hakuna Matata
Eating a J Balvin meal with fries
It's all good, chilling with my cat

In the scarlet red Ferrari, uh
Lit up like a bonfire
More than you, my stewardess is winning
Here we don't ask how much is spent
I don't smoke weed, but pure leaf like a rasta

My life is a movie, I'm about to become a filmmaker
This is not enough for me, I want more money
Yuck, from far away with the rats (enough)
In Paris, I'm not talking about Nata (oui)

That bad face gives them away
Mine is gold, yours is tin
Mine is real, yours is pirate
That's what the candidate is about
Today I want a Spanish and a Croatian-ta-ta-ta
(J Balvin, man)

Off-White the flip-flops, Gucci the robe
Delinquent friends, not like Tata
The street hot like a bonfire
That one tried, but when they try (tell me, Eladio)
Pew for the feet, they dance bachata
Always on point, Hakuna Matata
(Dreaming big, heard?)
MP5 leaves you trapped
When it sounds it goes ra-ta-ta-ta (finish it)

The GOAT, huh?
Once again breaking records
To the one, come, I'll pay for the scholarship
Born and raised where you don't enter
No alarm, but yes .40

Who are you? Fuck what it projects
Shooters ready, I keep them alert
Villa Kennedy, I'm still in Mecca
Being the leader was always the goal

I didn't pack my bags when I made it
On the contrary, I updated the neighborhood
All the people who saw me grow up
Are aware, they know what I'm talking about

I threw my other house and bought it
The awards and paintings didn't fit
Only God knows what I went through
I don't care what they told you

From a million to a billion! Everything I have is legitimate
Before I wanted to be a big shot, now I go back home and everyone wants to be like me
I don't stop shooting, it goes to the floor
When I shoot, I hit them precisely
I shoot a burst on the mic and paralyze it
What the hell are all these snitches talking about?, oh
My neck is very low zero
Even in summer I'm cold), hey (cold)
On the wrist there's a resort (tell Lleras, hey), ching
And the baguettes are not included