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Let's Turn On

Marvel Boy

Vamos a Prender

Ya no cree en amor, ya no cree en nada
Se cansó de los cuentos de hadas
Se enganchó una combi Balenciaga
Y sale a buscarme a la calle cazarme
Sin regar la voz

Le gusto porque soy un bellaco
Me dice que la mato con mi estilo de caco
Tú todavía con la movie esa de capo
Quédate en un retrato, contigo se te escapó, oh-oh
Apaga el cel

La bellaquera la elevamos a otro nivel
Tú bien venía’ y yo limpiándote el pincel
Cuando ‘tá crecí’a se transforma en Lucifer
Vamo’ a prender, apaga el cel

La bellaquera la elevamos a otro nivel
Tú bien venía’ y yo limpiándote el pincel
Cuando ‘tá crecí’a se transforma en Lucifer
Vamo’ a prender
Y olvida al loquito

La bellaquera matamos poquito a poquito
Yo sé que no te quitas, tampoco yo me quito
Cuidao’ que no escuchen los niños que es algo explícito
Lo hacemos suave o rápido

Envuelta conmigo
Se viene toda cuando al oído escucha mi voz
Me tira siempre que quiere que le de castigo
Se eriza su piel cuando en el cuello yo le respiro
Lo hacemos suave o rápido

Tratan de llegarle, pero na’
Cuando mueve el culo la tierra retumba
Un combo de amigas que parece escolta
Se tira pa’ ‘trás en el Acu’ recostá’
En avión el cel

Nos matamos en la noche hasta el amanecer
Te la llevo en tu cara a ver qué vas a hacer
Se va conmigo porque tú no lo sabes hacer
Sin regar la voz

Le gusto porque soy un bellaco
Me dice que la mato con mi estilo de caco
Tú todavía con la movie esa de capo
Quédate en un retrato, contigo se te escapó, oh-oh
Apaga el cel

La bellaquera la elevamos a otro nivel
Tú bien venía’ y yo limpiándote el pincel
Cuando ‘tá crecí’a se transforma en Lucifer
Vamo’ a prender, apaga el cel

La bellaquera la elevamos a otro nivel
Tú bien venía’ y yo limpiándote el pincel
Cuando ‘tá crecí’a se transforma en Lucifer
Vamo’ a prender
El muñeco de Playboy

Cuando está loca por venirse piensa en Marvel Boy
Muchos hablando mierda les duele ver donde estoy
Loco por mandar un fogonazo y ya sepan que soy
Bateárselas hasta Detroit
En el NBA Space Jam

Siempre en cada verso la erupción de un volcán
Tiran más balas que la guerra de Vietman
Los que subestiman quiero ver donde están
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Que no se ven

A 70 mil millas bo’, no voy a 100
Ustedes se hacen los locos y saben bien
Ando en otro mundo viajando con los aliens
Sin regar la voz

Le gusto porque soy un bellaco
Me dice que la mato con mi estilo de caco
Tú todavía con la movie esa de capo
Quédate en un retrato, contigo se te escapó, oh-oh
Apaga el cel

La bellaquera la elevamos a otro nivel
Tú bien venía’ y yo limpiándote el pincel
Cuando ‘tá crecí’a se transforma en Lucifer
Vamo’ a prender, apaga el cel

La bellaquera la elevamos a otro nivel
Tú bien venía’ y yo limpiándote el pincel
Cuando ‘tá crecí’a se transforma en Lucifer
Terricolas in the beat

Let's Turn On

She no longer believes in love, she no longer believes in anything
She got tired of fairy tales
She hooked on a Balenciaga bag
And goes out to find me in the street to hunt me down
Without spreading the word

She likes me because I'm a scoundrel
She tells me I kill her with my thug style
You still with that capo movie
Stay in a portrait, with you it slipped away, oh-oh
Turn off the phone

We take the scoundrel to another level
You were coming well and I was cleaning your brush
When you grow up, you turn into Lucifer
Let's turn on, turn off the phone

We take the scoundrel to another level
You were coming well and I was cleaning your brush
When you grow up, you turn into Lucifer
Let's turn on
And forget about the crazy one

We kill the scoundrel little by little
I know you don't give up, neither do I
Be careful that the kids don't hear, it's something explicit
We do it gently or quickly

Wrapped up with me
She gets all excited when she hears my voice in her ear
She always throws herself at me when she wants me to punish her
Her skin bristles when I breathe on her neck
We do it gently or quickly

They try to reach her, but nothing
When she moves her ass, the earth trembles
A group of friends that looks like an escort
She leans back in the Acu' leaning back
On the plane, turn off the phone

We kill ourselves at night until dawn
I'll take it to your face to see what you're going to do
She goes with me because you don't know how to do it
Without spreading the word

She likes me because I'm a scoundrel
She tells me I kill her with my thug style
You still with that capo movie
Stay in a portrait, with you it slipped away, oh-oh
Turn off the phone

We take the scoundrel to another level
You were coming well and I was cleaning your brush
When you grow up, you turn into Lucifer
Let's turn on, turn off the phone

We take the scoundrel to another level
You were coming well and I was cleaning your brush
When you grow up, you turn into Lucifer
Let's turn on
The Playboy doll

When she's crazy to come, she thinks of Marvel Boy
Many talking shit, it hurts them to see where I am
Crazy to send a flash and they already know who I am
Batting them to Detroit
In the NBA Space Jam

Always in each verse the eruption of a volcano
They throw more bullets than the Vietnam War
Those who underestimate, I want to see where they are
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That are not seen

At 70 thousand miles, no, I'm not going to 100
You pretend to be crazy and you know well
I'm in another world traveling with aliens
Without spreading the word

She likes me because I'm a scoundrel
She tells me I kill her with my thug style
You still with that capo movie
Stay in a portrait, with you it slipped away, oh-oh
Turn off the phone

We take the scoundrel to another level
You were coming well and I was cleaning your brush
When you grow up, you turn into Lucifer
Let's turn on, turn off the phone

We take the scoundrel to another level
You were coming well and I was cleaning your brush
When you grow up, you turn into Lucifer
Terricolas in the beat

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