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Baby you are not going to forget me
All these bastards want to kill me, but you jump on top of this bug
And I devour you like an animal

I know they want to kill me
But after I have money to buy pistols and rifles
With bullets I am going to war (I am going to war)

In my case we live in war, military rifles
I pray to God that none of mine slips
Here everyone dies, no one is resurrected
Bastards want to kill you, to see you in a shirt

I buy a 4-7 (real G for life)
I buy a 4-7 (oh oh oh)
I buy a 4-7, all the glocks are fuletes
I bought a 4-7, I bought a 4-7

I bought a 4-7 and I have a Honda without a license plate
Wine color, to do the errands for death (for death)
I walk calmly because I am a warrior
I am light and I am going to squeeze you if you don't serve first

And when he pulls, he who doesn't bend down is going to die
The potholes will flow with blood
They say in janguear that you left as a scratcher, we arrived
This is for men, that's why they come out with broken hair

I am burning, running water
That connects you with a 4-7 when he commands, when he buzzes and when he enters
They leave you inside, me, with the epileptic
They sound you with the sticks and finish you off with the plastic

In my case we live in war, military rifles
I pray to God that none of mine slips
Here everyone dies, no one is resurrected
Bastards want to kill you, to see you in a shirt

I buy a 4-7 (real G for life)
I buy a 4-7 (oh oh oh)
I buy a 4-7, all the glocks are fuletes
I buy a 4-7, I buy a 4-7

Sometimes I feel like death is chasing me but I'm not going to run (amen)
The cuts, the sticks, the combs, I bought four drums yesterday (yesterday)

You all betrayed me like Lucifer betrayed Jehovah
And I will never change the loyalty of a brother for a woman
I'm going to eat alive, and with the R fulet we're going to sew you up
The bullets are going to rain, but I have to see my son grow up

I'm not going to hide, if I'm not untouchable then try to see
The AK is going to bite you, the dead are waiting for you, you are going to fall
I was never scared, they ghosted me and I screwed them
I ordered them and I got off, and I hit them in the chest
I resurrected him and lit my gun on him and I came back and killed him
I took his life, and I portrayed him like a zombie

In my village we live in war, military rifles
I pray to God that none of mine slips
Here everyone dies, no one is resurrected
Bastards want to kill you, to see you in a shirt

I buy a 4-7
I buy a 4-7
I buy a 4-7, all the glocks are fuletes
I buy a 4-7, I buy a 4-7

Baby you are not going to forget me
All these bastards want to kill me, but you jump on top of this bug
And I devour you like an animal
I know they want to kill me
But after I have money to buy pistols and rifles
With bullets I am going to war (I am going to war)

I buy a 4-7
I buy a 4-7
All the glocks are fuletes
I buy a 4-7, I buy a 4-7

Brr
Anuel
Real to death, you heard bastard
Real G for life until the devil's hand kills me wet
lil genius
Symphonic
The real trap nigga
Real gangster shit
Brr
Free Anuel