Santa (remix) (part. Gsaias, Luck Ra y Lau G)
Y ahora ¿qué pasó con to' eso' que hablaban?
Les pasé por al lado y me les río en su cara
Estoy en el Polo Norte, juntando ice
Ya tengo la cadena y la boca congelada
Estoy como Santa, las prendas son tantas
Sé que me idolatran, cópienme si les alcanza
Ser estrella cansa, pero llena la panza
Y a los que me tiran la mala, les digo que
Ya no los veo
'Toy como Santa, pa' 200 en un trineo
Voy pa'l estudio, fumando, y me miran feo
Ya no les creo, ustedes hablan de calle
Pero, en mi calle, to' se cayeron
Ya no los veo
'Toy como Santa, pa' 200 en un trineo
Voy pa'l estudio, fumando, y me miran feo
Ya no les creo, ustedes hablan de calle
Pero, en mi calle, to' se cayeron
Ooh, por eso ella pide lighter, lighter
Me busca por la night, yeah
Porque yo sí hago que salte, salte
Y no me cabe dentro del pantalón, oh
Baby, ponte encima mío
Me araña la espalda, fijo
Me dice que quiero un hijo
Y no
Me dice' y yo te la aplico
Pero no pidas castigo
Si no te la va' a comer, ey
En mi calle, to' se cayeron
En mi cara, to' se callaron
Tu hoe, quiero flow navideño
Pide que le regale palo
Tu crew tiene el hocico abierto
De tanto que me lo mamaron
Pasé al club y ya no me vieron
Papi, ando en un VIP privado
Y ahora yo la tengo loca
Miro ese culo, cómo rebota
Siempre anda con poca ropa
Y morena como mocca
Ey', decime Rey, 'cause money rains
En medio de sus gomas, tiro champagne
No me conocía hasta que le dio play
La tengo enganchada como la cocaine
Ya no los veo
'Toy como Santa, pa' 200 en un trineo
Voy pa'l estudio, fumando, y me miran feo
Ya no les creo, ustedes hablan de calle
Pero, en mi calle, to' se cayeron
Ya no los veo
'Toy como Santa, pa' 200 en un trineo
Voy pa'l estudio, fumando, y me miran feo
Ya no les creo, ustedes hablan de calle
Pero, en mi calle, to' se cayeron
To-to-todos tus amigos me vieron
Vacilando a las 4AM por el barrio y en cuero
Con la música al mango, nos miró el patrullero
Y yo pasé como si nada, con 10 gramos y medio
Y ahora me vienen a hablar de calle
Todos esos nene' sáquense los disfraces
Critiquen qué les conviene, está de moda tirarme
Pero voy en BM, no llegan sus mensajes
Baby, uh
Sangre azul, to'a mi blood se congeló (se congeló)
Es que, bae, me hace falta tu calor (tu calor)
Solo olvida to' lo malo que pasó, que pasó, que pasó, eh
Ya no los veo
'Toy como Santa, pa' 200 en un trineo
Voy pa'l estudio y esos fakes miran feo
Ya no les creo, ustedes hablan de calle
Pero, en mi calle, to' se cayeron
Se rebalsa mi vaso, no pasa nada
Me la paso esperando en la madruga'
Solo vente, que así vas a estar mejor, ma'
Quiero tu calor, ma', escapémonos, ah
Se rebalsa mi vaso, no pasa nada
Me la paso esperando en la madruga'
Solo vente, que así vas a estar mejor, ma'
Quiero tu calor, ma', escapémonos, ah
Ya no los veo
'Toy como Santa, pa' 200 en un trineo
Voy pa'l estudio, fumando, y me miran feo
Ya no les creo, ustedes hablan de calle
Pero, en mi calle, to' se cayeron
Ya no los veo
'Toy como Santa, pa' 200 en un trineo
Voy pa'l estudio, fumando, y me miran feo
Ya no les creo, ustedes hablan de calle
Pero, en mi calle, to' se cayeron
Santa (remix) (feat. Gsaias, Luck Ra and Lau G)
And now what happened with all that they talked about?
I passed by them and laughed in their faces
I'm at the North Pole, gathering ice
I already have the chain and my mouth is frozen
I'm like Santa, the clothes are so many
I know they idolize me, copy me if you can
Being a star is tiring, but it fills the belly
And to those who wish me ill, I tell them that
I don't see them anymore
I'm like Santa, for 200 on a sleigh
I'm going to the studio, smoking, and they look at me weird
I don't believe them anymore, you talk about the streets
But, in my street, everything fell apart
I don't see them anymore
I'm like Santa, for 200 on a sleigh
I'm going to the studio, smoking, and they look at me weird
I don't believe them anymore, you talk about the streets
But, in my street, everything fell apart
Oh, that's why she asks for a lighter, lighter
She looks for me at night, yeah
Because I make her jump, jump
And I don't fit inside my pants, oh
Baby, get on top of me
She scratches my back, for sure
She tells me she wants a child
And no
She tells me and I apply it
But don't ask for punishment
If you're not going to eat it, hey
In my street, everything fell apart
In my face, everything went silent
Your hoe, I want a Christmas flow
Asking for me to give her a beating
Your crew has their mouths open
From how much they sucked me off
I went to the club and they didn't see me anymore
Daddy, I'm in a private VIP
And now I have her crazy
I look at that ass, how it bounces
She always wears little clothing
And dark like mocha
Hey, call me King, 'cause money rains
In the middle of her boobs, I throw champagne
She didn't know me until she hit play
I have her hooked like cocaine
I don't see them anymore
I'm like Santa, for 200 on a sleigh
I'm going to the studio, smoking, and they look at me weird
I don't believe them anymore, you talk about the streets
But, in my street, everything fell apart
I don't see them anymore
I'm like Santa, for 200 on a sleigh
I'm going to the studio, smoking, and they look at me weird
I don't believe them anymore, you talk about the streets
But, in my street, everything fell apart
All your friends saw me
Partying at 4AM in the neighborhood and naked
With the music blasting, the patrol car looked at us
And I passed by as if nothing, with 10 grams and a half
And now they come to talk to me about the streets
All those kids take off their disguises
Critique what suits you, it's fashionable to throw at me
But I'm in a BMW, your messages don't reach me
Baby, uh
Blue blood, all my blood froze (froze)
It's that, bae, I need your warmth (your warmth)
Just forget all the bad that happened, that happened, that happened, eh
I don't see them anymore
I'm like Santa, for 200 on a sleigh
I'm going to the studio and those fakes look at me weird
I don't believe them anymore, you talk about the streets
But, in my street, everything fell apart
My glass overflows, it's okay
I spend my time waiting in the early morning
Just come, you'll be better that way, ma'
I want your warmth, ma', let's escape, ah
My glass overflows, it's okay
I spend my time waiting in the early morning
Just come, you'll be better that way, ma'
I want your warmth, ma', let's escape, ah
I don't see them anymore
I'm like Santa, for 200 on a sleigh
I'm going to the studio, smoking, and they look at me weird
I don't believe them anymore, you talk about the streets
But, in my street, everything fell apart
I don't see them anymore
I'm like Santa, for 200 on a sleigh
I'm going to the studio, smoking, and they look at me weird
I don't believe them anymore, you talk about the streets
But, in my street, everything fell apart