Uy K Raro
Hoy salimo', no' besamos
Y mañana no ha pasado na'
La neta, rompemo' a donde llegamo'
Y si nos graban, nos vamos viral
Muchos me tiran, nunca me cachan
Somos reales, ustedes chafa
No aguantan el brillo, pónganse gafa'
Aquí no hay bajón, 'tamos en alta
Muchos me tiran, nunca me cachan
Somos reale', ustedes chafa
No aguantan el brillo, pónganse gafa'
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, 'tamos en alta
Estilo Mexa, pa' enseñarles cómo se mezcla
Traemo' harto flow, aunque no me lo parezca
Nos vamo' virales y te volamos la cabeza
Me tiran, me tiran, pero nunca se me acerca
¡Uy, qué raro!
Paso por tu lado
Con fanáticos reales
Los tuyos, comprado'
¡Uy-Uy, qué raro!
Paso por tu lado
Con fanáticos reales
Los tuyos, comprado'
Por si no entendiste, tú no compites
Tema que saco, tú lo repites
Sigue' en lo triste, pero no es mi culpa
Quieres ser mejor (y no lo serás nunca)
Hoy salimo', lo gastamo'
Y mañana no ha pasado na'
La neta, rompemo' a donde llegamo'
Y si nos graban, nos vamos viral
Muchos me tiran, nunca me cachan
Somos reale', ustedes chafa
No aguantan el brillo, pónganse gafa'
Aquí no hay bajón, 'tamos en alta
Muchos me tiran, nunca me cachan
Somos reale', ustedes chafa
No aguantan el brillo, pónganse gafa'
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, 'tamos en alta
¡Uy, qué raro!
¡Uy-Uy, qué raro!
¡Uy, qué raro!
'Tamos en alta
(Entiendo la frustración, pero)
(No es mi culpa ser mejor que tú)
(La Mont, bitches)
Room 28
¡Dímelo, Derry!
¡Dímelo, Gaarn!
Y el fucking R
Wow, How Weird
Today we go out, we kiss each other
And tomorrow nothing has happened
Honestly, we break where we arrive
And if they record us, we go viral
Many throw at me, they never catch me
We are real, you are fake
Can't handle the shine, put on your glasses
There's no low here, we're on top
Many throw at me, they never catch me
We are real, you are fake
Can't handle the shine, put on your glasses
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, we're on top
Mexican style, to show you how to mix
We bring a lot of flow, even if it doesn't seem like it
We go viral and blow your mind
They throw at me, they throw at me, but they never get close to me
Wow, how weird!
I pass by your side
With real fanatics
Yours, bought
Wow-wow, how weird!
I pass by your side
With real fanatics
Yours, bought
In case you didn't understand, you don't compete
The theme I release, you repeat
You stay in the sad, but it's not my fault
You want to be better (and you never will be)
Today we go out, we spend it
And tomorrow nothing has happened
Honestly, we break where we arrive
And if they record us, we go viral
Many throw at me, they never catch me
We are real, you are fake
Can't handle the shine, put on your glasses
There's no low here, we're on top
Many throw at me, they never catch me
We are real, you are fake
Can't handle the shine, put on your glasses
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, we're on top
Wow, how weird!
Wow-wow, how weird!
Wow, how weird!
We're on top
(I understand the frustration, but)
(It's not my fault to be better than you)
(La Mont, bitches)
Room 28
Tell me, Derry!
Tell me, Gaarn!
And the fucking R