Entre Las de 20 (part. Bizarrap)
¡Ea!
Por acá ya no hay rastro de lo que conocías de mí
¿Tienes más dudas o me bajo? Por si hay algo mal por aquí
A mi mamá el recado, le dije que cortamos
Que no tengo tiempo pa' gastarlo, pero sí dinero pa' tirar
Hoy se mueve diferente entre clase de gente
Y son puro delincuente, estamos de moda entre las de veinte
Burberry la gabardina, voy pa' Argentina
Una mina que me tira, se pone celosa cuando ellas me miran
Pa' culearte y olvidarte, mija, no fuiste bastante
No te sientas la mejor, fuiste una más del montón
Corridos tumbados
Traigo pila pa' rato, y aunque no somos tanto
Me fumo un gallo y me levanto aunque no quiera despertar
El aire transitando y tu recuerdo siempre llega a mí
Otra me está esperando, quiere que le dé lo que te di
El vestido es Valentino, su bolso el más fino
Tomando del mejor vino, la lavada nos acorta el camino
Burberry la gabardina, voy pa' Argentina
Una mina que me tira, se pone celosa cuando ellas me miran
Pa' culearte y olvidarte, mija, no fuiste bastante
No te sientas la mejor, fuiste una más del montón
Among the 20-year-olds (feat. Bizarrap)
Ea!
Around here there's no trace of what you knew about me
Do you have more doubts or should I get off? In case there's something wrong around here
To my mom the message, I told her we broke up
That I don't have time to waste it, but I do have money to throw
Today it moves differently among a class of people
And they are pure delinquents, we are in fashion among the 20-year-olds
Burberry the trench coat, I'm going to Argentina
A girl who flirts with me, gets jealous when they look at me
To fuck you and forget you, girl, you weren't enough
Don't feel like the best, you were just one more in the crowd
Narcocorridos
I have a lot of energy, and even though we are not many
I smoke a joint and get up even if I don't want to wake up
The air flowing and your memory always comes to me
Another one is waiting for me, she wants me to give her what I gave you
The dress is Valentino, her bag the finest
Drinking the best wine, the wash shortens our path
Burberry the trench coat, I'm going to Argentina
A girl who flirts with me, gets jealous when they look at me
To fuck you and forget you, girl, you weren't enough
Don't feel like the best, you were just one more in the crowd
Escrita por: Angel Alejandro Almaguer / Natanael Cano / Santiago Alvarado