Los Bo (part. Myke Towers)
¿Me sigue' o no me sigue' todavía, hijueputa?
Esto' cabrone' me lo tienen que mamar (sí)
Esto' cabrone' me lo tienen que mamar (que mamar)
Sin cojone', yo nunca le vo'a bajar (no)
Hijo de puta, yo nunca le vo'a bajar (le vo'a bajar)
Esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como el bo (como el bo)
Esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como el bo (bo)
Si me viste con tre', le dimo' a la' tre'
Y si no' viste con do', pue' le dimo' a la' (do')
Esto' cabronе' me lo tienen quе mamar (que mamar)
Esto' cabrone' me lo tienen que mamar (que mamar)
Sin cojone', yo nunca le vo'a bajar (le vo'a bajar)
Hijo de puta, yo nunca le vo'a bajar (no)
Esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como el bo (como el bo)
Esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como el bo
Si me viste con tre', pue' le dimo' a la' tre'
Y si no' viste con do', pue' le dimo' a la' do' (do')
Ey (ey)
Me quieren matar, mami reza por mí, me vio en mi funeral (amén)
Yo sé que Dio' me va a perdonar
Esta' p*ta' son mía' y las vamo' vamo' a costear
Tú sabe' que son tanto' (tanto'), mi casa son do' Phantom (sí)
Otra noche en Miami (sí), como si fuera Badbo
Aguanta la pieza, ella se crio en la iglesia
Y yo no voy al gym, pero me trata como Enrique Iglesias
Ey, ¿me sigue'? (Sigue')
Flow en ingle', la' puta' se crecen cuando compran la bre
Ella no e' plan a, pues le di una Plan B
En cuatro pa' que no me despeine lo' dread' (La Presión)
To' esto' cabrone' ya yo los corté
Te tenía una más, pero no la exporté
Me preguntan si tu carrera te quité
Y si no fue Michael Torres, cabrón (fue Jhay Cortez)
Cabrone', me lo tienen que mamar (sí)
Cabrone', me lo tienen que mamar (que mamar)
Sin cojone', yo nunca le vo'a bajar (no)
Hijo de puta, yo nunca le vo'a bajar (no le vo'a bajar)
Esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como el bo (como el bo)
Esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como el bo
Si me viste con tre', le dimo' a la' tre'
Y si no' viste con do', tú sabe' que le dimo' a la' (do')
Cabrone', me lo tienen que mamar (que mamar)
Cabrone', me lo tienen que mamar (que mamar)
Sin cojone', yo nunca le vo'a bajar (le vo'a bajar)
Hijo de puta, yo nunca le vo'a bajar (¿oíste?)
Esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como el bo (como el bo)
Esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como el bo
Si me viste con tre', le dimo' a la' tre'
Y si me viste con do', pue' le dimo' a la' do' (a la' do')
Esto' cabrone' me lo tienen que mamar
Dios perdona' a to' lo' mío', 'tán burlando a lo' pastore' alemán
Si no es en Role', pue' entonce' e' Audemars
Estoy en mi canto, huele bicho, ¿dónde má'?
Siempre que yo tiro e' con un flow original
El día que me parezca a alguien, pue' mejor no digo na'
Si me ven brillando esto' cabrone' miran mal
La cuenta bancaria como la de Neymar
To'a esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como Ángelo Millone'
Los fanático' regado' por toda' las regione'
Y mi música sonando por to' los callejone'
No son ustede', soy yo, no se encojonen
Estoy a lo Yankee, lo que doy e' jonrone'
Ello' tienen frío olímpico cometiendo errore'
El día que me vaya, por favor, no me lloren
Resucitare sin hacer rapero' mejore'
Y no voy a bajarle ni aunque me toque el infierno
Sabe' lo que me refiero
A nombre de to' lo' envidioso' e' que lo' Phillie' lo' enciendo
Entiende lo que estoy diciendo
Los quiero lejo' porque no me relaciono con los cerdo'
Desde arriba lo' observo
Tengo mi gente y comoquiera yo solito me resuelvo
Dime tú qué va' a hacer, bo
Esto' cabrone' me lo tienen que mamar
Esto' cabrone' me lo tienen que mamar
Y sin cojone', yo nunca le vo'a bajar, ey
Hijo 'e p*ta, yo nunca le vo'a bajar
Esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como el bo (bo)
Esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como el bo
Si me viste con tre', pue' le dimo' a la' tre'
Si no' viste con do', pue' tú sabe' que le dimo' a la' do'
Esto' cabrone' me lo tienen que mamar
Jhayco, Jhay Cortez (¿ah?, oye)
Y no hay ni que roncar
Lo' reye' de la nueva
Ustede' saben
Tú sabe' que sí
Lyke Mike, Como Myke
Coming soon, baby
En el nombre del padre, del hijo y de la nueva, cabrón
Pide la bendición
Porque desde acá arriba mucho' de ustede' no se ven
Yeah, Young Kingz, baby
Smash
¿Me sigue' o no me sigue' todavía?
Timelezz, coming pronto
Mucho código, mucho palabreo, mucho voicemail
No vamo' a guerrear con nadie que no escriba lo de ello'
¿Me sigue'?
Y acuérdate que lo' muerto' son como lo' libro', historia
Y, musicalmente, ey
Esto' cabrone' no' lo tienen que mamar
Esto' cabrone' no' lo tienen que mamar
The Bo (feat. Myke Towers)
Do you follow me or not yet, motherfucker?
These bastards have to suck it up (yes)
These bastards have to suck it up (to suck it up)
Without balls, I'll never back down (no)
Son of a bitch, I'll never back down (I'll back down)
These women want me like the bo (like the bo)
These women want me like the bo (bo)
If you saw me with three, we gave it to the three
And if you didn't see us with two, then we gave it to the two (two)
These bastards have to suck it up (to suck it up)
These bastards have to suck it up (to suck it up)
Without balls, I'll never back down (I'll back down)
Son of a bitch, I'll never back down (no)
These women want me like the bo (like the bo)
These women want me like the bo
If you saw me with three, then we gave it to the three
And if you didn't see us with two, then we gave it to the two (two)
Hey (hey)
They want to kill me, mommy pray for me, saw me at my funeral (amen)
I know God will forgive me
These bitches are mine and we're going to support them
You know there are so many (so many), my house has two Phantoms (yes)
Another night in Miami (yes), as if it were Badbo
Hold the piece, she was raised in the church
And I don't go to the gym, but she treats me like Enrique Iglesias
Hey, do you follow me? (Follow me)
Flow in English, the whores grow when they buy the weed
She's not plan A, so I gave her a Plan B
On all fours so my dreads don't get messed up (The Pressure)
All these bastards I already cut off
I had one more for you, but I didn't export her
They ask me if I took your career
And if it wasn't Michael Torres, bastard (it was Jhay Cortez)
Bastards, they have to suck it up (yes)
Bastards, they have to suck it up (to suck it up)
Without balls, I'll never back down (no)
Son of a bitch, I'll never back down (I won't back down)
These women want me like the bo (like the bo)
These women want me like the bo
If you saw me with three, we gave it to the three
And if you didn't see us with two, you know we gave it to the two (two)
Bastards, they have to suck it up (to suck it up)
Bastards, they have to suck it up (to suck it up)
Without balls, I'll never back down (I'll back down)
Son of a bitch, I'll never back down (did you hear?)
These women want me like the bo (like the bo)
These women want me like the bo
If you saw me with three, we gave it to the three
And if you saw me with two, then we gave it to the two (to the two)
These bastards have to suck it up
God forgives all of mine, they're mocking the German shepherds
If it's not in Role, then it's Audemars
I'm in my corner, smells like bug, where else?
Whenever I throw it, it's with an original flow
The day I look like someone, then I better not say anything
If they see me shining, these bastards look bad
The bank account like Neymar's
All these women want me like Angelo Millone
The fans spread throughout all the regions
And my music playing in all the alleys
It's not you, it's me, don't get mad
I'm like Yankee, what I give is a home run
They have Olympic cold committing errors
The day I go, please don't cry for me
I'll resurrect without making better rappers
And I won't back down even if I have to touch hell
You know what I mean
In the name of all the envious ones, I light their Phillies
Understand what I'm saying
I want them far away because I don't relate to pigs
I watch them from above
I have my people and anyway I solve myself
Tell me what are you going to do, bo
These bastards have to suck it up
These bastards have to suck it up
And without balls, I'll never back down, hey
Son of a bitch, I'll never back down
These women want me like the bo (bo)
These women want me like the bo
If you saw me with three, we gave it to the three
If you didn't see us with two, then you know we gave it to the two
These bastards have to suck it up
Jhayco, Jhay Cortez (ah?, hey)
And there's no need to snore
The kings of the new
You know
You know it's true
Lyke Mike, Like Myke
Coming soon, baby
In the name of the father, the son, and the new, bastard
Ask for the blessing
Because from up here many of you don't see each other
Yeah, Young Kingz, baby
Smash
Do you follow me or not yet?
Timelezz, coming soon
A lot of code, a lot of talk, a lot of voicemail
We're not going to war with anyone who doesn't write their own
Do you follow me?
And remember that the dead are like books, history
And, musically, hey
These bastards don't have to suck it up
These bastards don't have to suck it up
Escrita por: Jhayco / Mathias Liyew / Michael torres / Nydia Yera / Samuel Jimenez