Farandulera (part. Marcianeke y Tunechikidd)
Ella es farandulera-lera
No quiere un perkin que no genera
Que no ande con la pera, pera
El moledor en la cartera
Se saca foto por el Insta
Mostrando el escote para fuera, fuera
Ella es farandulera-lera
No quiere un perkin que no genera
Que no ande con la pera, pera
El moledor en la cartera
Se saca foto por el Insta
Mostrando el escote para fuera, fuera
Ah, no nos gusta rapear feka
Por eso pasamos en la lleca
Somo' el corte pa' que sepa'
Yo ni keta seca que estamo'
Meta perreo, maleanteo, dando manteca
Epa, menealo al ritmo del coro
Estamo' adelanta'o hasta cuando yo me demoro
Tu pretendiente se está creyendo el ultra chorro
Y lo funo hasta cuando se le cae a lo loro
Uno nunca nace vivo
Se tiene que pasar hambre y frío
Saber solucionar los lío'
Hasta en lo que no está metido
Teniendo de to', aun así no quise ser mantenido
Luché por lo mío, sin colgarme de un tío
Agredecido, bendecido porque una vez lo pedí
Cuando andaba fome y mucho la sufrí
Seguimos con el kia, placer porque me lo merecía
A Dios le agradecí, somo' el corte porque sí
Ya no jalo si no es que tussi
No sé pa' que vos te lucís, ah
Lo flayte mágico me dicen Marcianeke
No abusí', pero si hay que sacarla
Más vale que la usí'
Cato pa' los bandidos de la calle
Y lo que están privados
En breve están de nuevo en la esqui'
Ahora, mami, sit down en mi pi', please
Menearte y a la vez quiero que vos me besí'
Te lo voy a chequear con el meo énfasis
Porque con talento yo nací
Ella es farandulera-lera
No quiere un perkin que no genera
Que no ande con la pera, pera
El moledor en la cartera
Se saca foto por el Insta
Mostrando el escote para fuera, fuera
Ella es farandulera-lera
No quiere un perkin que no genera
Que no ande con la pera, pera
El moledor en la cartera
Se saca foto por el Insta
Mostrando el escote para fuera, fuera
Jona, trae la cuarentona que me voy a poner la diez
Voy a meter la mano como Maradona
Ninguno de estos raperos culiados a mí me impresiona
Voy a subir en la Cherokee a la más culona
De la Perla Norte hasta Punta Arena
Nos tienen vetado toda la cabaña
En Serena, he pasado frío y he pasado pena
Pero sé que toda la pálida que hice, algún día, valdrá la pena
Somos los flayte mágico, por eso están apretando
No me cuentí', yo sé que la estoy pateando
Free pa' los míos, metido en el contrabando
Y los menores que se la pasan buscando (qué pasó)
Ey, me están escuchando en los barrios marginales
Caminando con puro ilegales
Importante que uno me señale
Porque, si no, vamo' a reventarle con los metales
Ah, me junté con el Pailita
Y todas las perritas moviendo la colita
Hicimos dinero porque es que se necesita
Venimos de la calle, todo lo hice por mi mamita
Ah, dime quién diría
Los chamaquitos que estaban reventando en Freestyle Manía
Y ahora estamos en la cabina todos los días
Puro haciendo música vida
Ella es farandulera-lera
No quiere un perkin que no genera
Que no ande con la pera, pera
El moledor en la cartera
Se saca foto por el Insta (por el Insta)
Mostrando el escote para fuera, fuera
Ella es farandulera-lera
No quiere un perkin que no genera
Que no ande con la pera, pera
El moledor en la cartera
Se saca foto por el Insta
Mostrando el escote para fuera, fuera
Andamo' generando money y no como Tony Montana
Con la música, haciendo platita sana
Muchos monos que no la dieron
Y ahora quieren comerse mi banana
Trabajando en silencio
Aprendí que así se gana
No buscamos fama, buscamos la lana
Pa' que no le falte nada pa' la mama
Bajamos de Saturno con Tunechikidd, Marcianeke
Puro vio de menores junto con todo combete
Mi compañero Cayo lo' cotrolan al garete
Porque pista que me pasa, la cunamos buen cachete
Partygoer (feat. Marcianeke and Tunechikidd)
She's a partygoer
Doesn't want a loser who doesn't generate
Who doesn't walk with the goods
The grinder in the wallet
Takes a photo for Insta
Showing cleavage out, out
She's a partygoer
Doesn't want a loser who doesn't generate
Who doesn't walk with the goods
The grinder in the wallet
Takes a photo for Insta
Showing cleavage out, out
Ah, we don't like to rap fake
That's why we pass by the lleca
We're the cut so you know
I don't even have a dry ketamine that we're
Full of twerking, delinquency, giving butter
Hey, move to the rhythm of the chorus
We're ahead even when I take my time
Your suitor is thinking he's the big shot
And I'll ruin him even when he falls like a parrot
One is never born alive
You have to go hungry and cold
Know how to solve the mess
Even in what you're not involved in
Having it all, still didn't want to be maintained
I fought for mine, without hanging on to a guy
Grateful, blessed because I asked for it once
When I was bored and suffered a lot
We continue with the kia, pleasure because I deserved it
I thanked God, we're the cut just because
I don't pull anymore unless it's a cough
I don't know why you show off, ah
They call me the magical flayte Marcianeke
Don't abuse it, but if you have to bring it out
It's better that you use it
Cato for the bandits on the street
And those who are locked up
Soon they're back on the corner
Now, baby, sit down on my lap, please
Shake it and at the same time I want you to kiss me
I'm going to check it with great emphasis
Because I was born with talent
She's a partygoer
Doesn't want a loser who doesn't generate
Who doesn't walk with the goods
The grinder in the wallet
Takes a photo for Insta
Showing cleavage out, out
She's a partygoer
Doesn't want a loser who doesn't generate
Who doesn't walk with the goods
The grinder in the wallet
Takes a photo for Insta
Showing cleavage out, out
Jona, bring the forty-year-old woman because I'm going to put on the ten
I'm going to put my hand in like Maradona
None of these fucked up rappers impress me
I'm going to ride in the Cherokee with the biggest one
From the North Pearl to Punta Arenas
They have us banned from the whole cabin
In Serena, I've been cold and I've been embarrassed
But I know that all the tough times I went through, someday, will be worth it
We are the magical flayte, that's why they're tightening
Don't tell me, I know I'm kicking it
Free for mine, involved in smuggling
And the minors who spend their time looking (what happened)
Hey, they're listening to me in the marginal neighborhoods
Walking with pure illegals
It's important that someone points me out
Because, if not, we're going to blast them with metals
Ah, I met with Pailita
And all the little bitches wagging their tails
We made money because it's needed
We come from the street, I did everything for my mom
Ah, who would say
The kids who were killing it in Freestyle Mania
And now we're in the studio every day
Just making music life
She's a partygoer
Doesn't want a loser who doesn't generate
Who doesn't walk with the goods
The grinder in the wallet
Takes a photo for Insta (for Insta)
Showing cleavage out, out
She's a partygoer
Doesn't want a loser who doesn't generate
Who doesn't walk with the goods
The grinder in the wallet
Takes a photo for Insta
Showing cleavage out, out
We're generating money and not like Tony Montana
With music, making clean money
Many monkeys who didn't make it
And now want to eat my banana
Working in silence
I learned that's how you win
We're not looking for fame, we're looking for the money
So that mom doesn't lack anything
We came down from Saturn with Tunechikidd, Marcianeke
Pure minors' view along with all the combete
My partner Cayo controls them all over the place
Because every track that comes my way, we nail it with a good slap