La Fria (feat. Ruffaz)

(Yeah, Yeah)
(Ah)
LyricK.O
(Ah)

Walking in with style like Don Corleone
Searching for character among the clowns
Trying to be mafia, like Al Capone
And they leave the hood without hats or shoelaces

Raising the cold one, polishing the skills
Where I set the table, the hood eats
Don’t let the gentlemen into the Z-10
They leave with their necks in their heels (Yeah)

I got your girl asking me to chill
If this chest comes through, no soul will pass
I was sparking fire just by rubbing my palms
And I didn’t burn because I didn’t copy karma

Locked door, I open it
I close it when I speak
Even the devil’s watching my back
The crew is my turf, they’re there when I need them

If I can’t count on others, definitely not on skirts
For over a thousand, just one spot
That’s mine now, of course
I know you want this

My bad, I’m really modest
The profit is budgeted
I generate when I lay down
I hate them and I show it with my gestures

That flow is mine, I’ll lend it to you
Though I know I’m worth it
They’re already boring me but I’m still here
Before they didn’t want what I proposed
Now I mix with them, they call me Tiësto

Welcome to the cold, cold
They couldn’t handle the height
Or how it would be
From my fridge, we eat the real ones
The scene is full and never empty

Welcome to the cold, cold
They couldn’t handle the height
Or how it would be
From my fridge, we eat the real ones
The scene is full and never empty

Respect the ranks, don’t act like Rambo
Throwing me branches in my zone
Covered in mud to the rhythm of tango
We turned off the lights and no one knew

They know how much I’m worth or where I ride
I’m looking for a random to guide me
Here they’re in danger, or are they not noticing?
Welcome to the jungle, you’ve arrived at The Cold

The AKA from the block to the planet
Listening to your stuff makes me laugh
Good dog, zero trouble

But mine sounds more like a fin
I’m really hyped on skates with my board
Always with the crew, with the faces and the vibe
Before, need made me pack my bags
Now I just write and do cardio like an athlete

Welcome to the cold, cold
They couldn’t handle the height
Or how it would be
From my fridge, we eat the real ones
The scene is full and never empty

Welcome to the cold, cold
They couldn’t handle the height
Or how it would be
From my fridge, we eat the real ones
The scene is full and never empty

Already conquered The Cold, the Valley, and Medallo
I did what I wanted, and let it be if it’s a hit
A drink, a cold one, and I never battle
I got away with mine, I didn’t play the rooster

So I woke up, bro, that was a hit
Let it die if I stay quiet (Ey)
I left where there was nothing, with thousands of failures
Straight to Red Bull Battle of Roosters

I filled my reel with what they released
Unnoticed, but they passed
Well received in the underworld
Reviving crises like Lazarus

Giving them the notes that mark fear
It’s a pencil that guided my gift
I don’t want to be Willie with the big guy
Better rough and tough like Marc Gasol

Welcome to the cold, cold
They couldn’t handle the height
Or how it would be
From my fridge, we eat the real ones
The scene is full and never empty

Welcome to the cold, cold
They couldn’t handle the height
Or how it would be
From my fridge, we eat the real ones
The scene is full and never empty

Ey
Sz
Ruffaz
(ASKAR)
The best flow of the cold
(Yeah, welcome to the cold)
22, Ah!
Muzza
(Sheck sheck)
(Welcome to the cold)
(Mike Mike)
Mike Shuffle