No Vas a Joderme (part. Frijo & Young Cister)
Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?
Sticky, Sticky, Sticky
No vas a joderme y eso me da fiebre, nadie me entiende, uh (yeh)
Sé que ella me quiere porque me prefiere aunque no quiere verme aún (yeh)
Frixen está gede, sale por la tele, se toma papele' blue (yeh)
Lleno de mujere', tapado de piele', fiestas en tele full (yeh)
Ando con Sticky, loco como el Pity, tomándome un ticky en Madrid
Pega'o en la city, nublado, voy trippy por todo lo que consumí
Toqué en Barcelona, también en Sevilla, me siguen las chicas de aquí
Aunque esté tratando y me tilden de vago, le canto y la pongo feliz
Sexo, droga, rock and roll, tanta joda, no hay control
Tomé droga con alcohol (yeh, yeh)
Sexo, joda y rock and roll, (yeh, yeh) droga, roll up, mucho alcohol (yeh, yeh)
Ángel y demonio a la vez (dímelo, Sticky) sangre fría como una serpiente
No vas a joderme ninguna vez
Sé que les encanta verme caer
Pero es un sueño, despiértate
Tan puro que un ciego me puede ver (yeh, yeh)
Sin trucos, subo de nivel (yeh)
Tu puta me quiere joder
Y no me pueden ni toser
El agua no se pue' romper
El viento no se pue' golpear
Me anda buscando, me quiere matar
Pero ando bien tranquilo (yih, yih)
Hacer el payaso, ese no es mi estilo (mi estilo)
No te lo calles, vamos, puta, dilo (wuh)
Yo tengo la grasa que tú no (no)
Me levanto y ya tengo nuevo flow (uh)
No mata mi vibra ningún cabrón (prr)
Siempre calla'o, for the low (low)
El dinero ya lo conseguí
Y jamás dejé de ser yo
Tengo muchos ojos en mí
Pero yo siempre voy con Dios (Dios)
Perra, no matas mi vibe
Escuchando a Héctor Lavoe en el carro andando por ahí
Tengo a mi gente en España, mama, ahora estoy worldwide (yeh)
Desde el fin del mundo sonando, baby, eso es la que hay (yeh)
Hey, Sticky M. A., tengo krippy en mi cash
Tengo par de melodía', baby, que te dejan fly
Como en el fucking space, mi piquete siempre high (high, high)
Sin cocaína, baby, porque yo ya nací duro
Derribé ya to' los muro'
La compe llorando porque saco tema y tiembla su futuro negro
Yo no compito contra ustede'
Yo no caigo en esas rede'
Yo no llevo ni un apuro
Mi carrera e' hasta la muerte
Defiendo con puños y dientes
En tus ojos se ve que mientes
Tienes energía diferente
Lo pasé la primera vez
Tal vez ya después no lo cuentes
Ángel y demonio a la vez (Sticky, Sticky)
Sangre fría como una serpiente
No vas a joderme ninguna vez
Sé que les encanta verme caer
Pero es un sueño, despiértate
Tan puro que un ciego me puede ver (yeh, yeh)
El viento no se pue' golpear
Me anda buscando, me quiere matar
Pero ando bien tranquilo (yih, yih)
Hacer el payaso, eso no es mi estilo (mi estilo)
No te lo calles, vamos, puta
You Ain't Gonna Mess with Me (feat. Frijo & Young Cister)
Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?
Sticky, Sticky, Sticky
You ain't gonna mess with me and that gives me chills, nobody understands me, uh (yeah)
I know she wants me because she prefers me even though she doesn't want to see me yet (yeah)
Frixen is lit, shows up on TV, popping blue pills (yeah)
Full of women, covered in fur, parties on TV full (yeah)
I'm with Sticky, crazy like Pity, sipping a drink in Madrid
Stuck in the city, cloudy, I'm trippy from all I consumed
I played in Barcelona, also in Seville, the girls here follow me
Even if they try and label me lazy, I sing to her and make her happy
Sex, drugs, rock and roll, so much partying, no control
Took drugs with alcohol (yeah, yeah)
Sex, partying, rock and roll, (yeah, yeah) drugs, roll up, lots of alcohol (yeah, yeah)
Angel and demon at the same time (tell me, Sticky) cold-blooded like a snake
You ain't gonna mess with me ever
I know they love to see me fall
But it's a dream, wake up
So pure that even a blind man can see me (yeah, yeah)
No tricks, I level up (yeah)
Your b*tch wants to mess with me
And they can't even cough near me
The water can't be broken
The wind can't be hit
They're looking for me, they want to kill me
But I'm very calm (yeah, yeah)
Acting like a clown, that's not my style (my style)
Don't keep it to yourself, come on, b*tch, say it (wuh)
I have the sauce that you don't (no)
I wake up and already have a new flow (uh)
No b*stard kills my vibe (prr)
Always quiet, for the low (low)
I already got the money
And I never stopped being myself
I have many eyes on me
But I always go with God (God)
B*tch, you don't kill my vibe
Listening to Héctor Lavoe in the car driving around
I have my people in Spain, mama, now I'm worldwide (yeah)
Playing from the end of the world, baby, that's what it is (yeah)
Hey, Sticky M. A., I got kush in my cash
I got a couple of melodies, baby, that make you fly
Like in the f*cking space, my crew always high (high, high)
No cocaine, baby, because I was born tough
I already knocked down all the walls
The competition crying because I drop a track and their dark future trembles
I don't compete against you all
I don't fall into those networks
I don't carry any rush
My career is until death
I defend with fists and teeth
In your eyes, it's clear you lie
You have a different energy
I passed it the first time
Maybe you won't count it later
Angel and demon at the same time (Sticky, Sticky)
Cold-blooded like a snake
You ain't gonna mess with me ever
I know they love to see me fall
But it's a dream, wake up
So pure that even a blind man can see me (yeah, yeah)
The wind can't be hit
They're looking for me, they want to kill me
But I'm very calm (yeah, yeah)
Acting like a clown, that's not my style (my style)
Don't keep it to yourself, come on, b*tch