Flow ANTI-DEA
Zaramay, baby, okey
El jefe del malianteo
Rra
Já
Me mira con cara de mala pero sé que me desea
Sin que la llame me perrea (¿oíste?)
Los que comandamo' la brea
Pa' que lo crea hace falta que vea
Flow anti-DEA, ja
Me mira con cara de mala pero sé que me desea (yo lo sé)
Sin que la llame me perrea (¿oíste?)
Los que comandamo' la brea
Pa' que lo crea hace falta que vea
Flow anti-DEA, ja
Me mira con cara de mala
Con ojera', despeinada y yo con el peine de balas (peine de balas)
Todo' en el party, pocos en la sala
Pa' levantar la plata solo vamo' a usar la pala (usar la pala)
Ey, bajen los litro' de lean
Mientras se drogan a sus puta' se las lleva Agustín (se las lleva Agustín)
Desenterramo' el tesoro del jardín
Y le pasamo' vacilando en los carro' con el bling (con el bling)
Yo no me llevo por tu marca, compañero, nah
'Taba de Nike un fake que no fue verdadero (¿oíste?)
La nena quiere una copia de mi llavero
Y piensa hacerse embarazar pa' disfrutar de enero a enero (está loca)
El de flow americano cogiendo dominicano'
Cuando la tuve en mi mano, corriste con la picana
El revólver de un Texano y eso sabe a marihuana
Te mato por mis hermano' y no me arrepiento nunca
Me mira con cara de mala pero sé que me desea
Sin que la llame me perrea (¿oíste?)
Los que comandamo' la brea
Pa' que lo crea hace falta que vea
Flow anti-DEA, ja
Me mira con cara de mala pero sé que me desea (yo lo sé)
Sin que la llame me perrea (¿oíste?)
Los que comandamo' la brea
Pa' que lo crea hace falta que vea
Flow anti-DEA, ey
Pablito ya se murió
Ese negro no me dio y ese habla lo que no vio
Skrt, flow 21 Savage
De perico en el backstage
Fatality, Johnny Cage
Y al que nos delata se mata
Lo subimo' a una chata y le partimo' las pata', obliga'o
Ey, nos pasaron una data
Vamo' a buscar la plata, pa' si de eso se trata
El Coach me tira un beat y lo termino en un hit, 'tá completo el kit
Ella me agarra la banana, me la hace split
El cuello drip, que en paz descansen, traperos RIP
En el putero cabalgo, whisky sabor amargo
Ningún perro puede ganar la carrera a un galgo
Me las cojo sin el oro, ya saben lo que valgo
El encargado de dejar al género en embargo, ey
Nahuel The Coach
Flow ANTI-DEA
Zaramay, baby, okay
The boss of the underworld
Rra
Já
She looks at me with a bad face but I know she desires me
She twerks without me calling her (did you hear?)
Those of us who command the asphalt
For you to believe, you need to see
Flow anti-DEA, ha
She looks at me with a bad face but I know she desires me (I know)
She twerks without me calling her (did you hear?)
Those of us who command the asphalt
For you to believe, you need to see
Flow anti-DEA, ha
She looks at me with a bad face
With dark circles, disheveled and me with the bullet comb (bullet comb)
Everyone at the party, few in the room
To raise money, we'll only use the shovel (use the shovel)
Hey, lower the lean liters
While they drug themselves, Agustín takes their bitches away (Agustín takes them away)
We unearth the treasure from the garden
And we pass the time chilling in the cars with bling (with the bling)
I don't go by your brand, buddy, nah
You had a fake Nike that wasn't real (did you hear?)
The girl wants a copy of my keychain
And she's thinking of getting pregnant to enjoy from January to January (she's crazy)
The one with American flow taking Dominican
When I had her in my hand, you ran with the stun gun
The revolver of a Texan and that tastes like marijuana
I kill for my brothers and I never regret
She looks at me with a bad face but I know she desires me
She twerks without me calling her (did you hear?)
Those of us who command the asphalt
For you to believe, you need to see
Flow anti-DEA, ha
She looks at me with a bad face but I know she desires me (I know)
She twerks without me calling her (did you hear?)
Those of us who command the asphalt
For you to believe, you need to see
Flow anti-DEA, hey
Pablito already died
That black man didn't give me anything and he talks about what he didn't see
Skrt, flow 21 Savage
With coke in the backstage
Fatality, Johnny Cage
And whoever betrays us gets killed
We put him in a van and break his legs, forced
Hey, they gave us some information
We're going to look for the money, if that's what it's about
The Coach throws me a beat and I turn it into a hit, the kit is complete
She grabs my banana, splits it
The neck drip, rest in peace, rappers RIP
I ride in the brothel, whisky with a bitter taste
No dog can win a race against a greyhound
I fuck them without the gold, they already know my worth
In charge of putting the genre under embargo, hey
Nahuel The Coach