Ley Seca (feat. Jhay Cortez)

Real until death

She's tired of bad decisions
False illusions and the pain of love
But when it feels good
How beautiful she becomes, that's why

Today she's ready to go out, have a great time
Put on the outfit she bought at the mall
The little color left by the sun
The music on high, drinking a lot of alcohol

With all her friends at the club (yeah)
The dry law is over (yeah)
Looking to see who they sin with
Yes

Today she's ready to go out, have a great time
Put on the outfit she bought at the mall
The little color left by the sun
The music on high, drinking a lot of alcohol

With all her friends at the club
The dry law is over
Looking to see who they sin with
(Jhay Cortez, are you following me?)

I don't have a Bugatti, but I'm going to go hard
Are you following me or not? Jhayco, La Presión
Let's get your boyfriend out of the equation
And tell the DJ to play my song

Like Sech, 911
I'm the one who breaks you and fixes you
If we're already here, what do we do then?
You've been tough since you were eleven

And it's been a while since I've seen you
They talk bad about you, but I don't believe them
To all these jealous ones, we show them the finger
And to all these envious ones, I walk all over them (brr)

Light it up, pass it
Turn up the music and let it go
If it's wet, then navigate it
All those DMs, ignore them

And let's go to the hangout
You throw yourself so you get caught
It's from Humacao, that's why the H
You want me to mark you, mark you

And for the hangout
You throw yourself so you get caught
I don't think you'll get embarrassed
Without clothes, I said damn

Today she's ready to go out, have a great time
Put on the outfit she bought at the mall
The little color left by the sun
The music on high, drinking a lot of alcohol

With all her friends at the club (yeah)
The dry law is over (yeah)
Looking to see who they sin with
Yes

Today she's ready to go out, have a great time
Put on the outfit she bought at the mall
The little color left by the sun
The music on high, drinking a lot of alcohol

With all her friends at the club
The dry law is over
Looking to see who they sin with
(The double A)

I have two Bugattis, but one of them is you
The royal 27, but baby blue
Every weekend at La Concha
I look for you and we light up an ounce

They imitate her and it doesn't work for them
She has her social networks private
She says she's mine, and I tell her: You better
They wait, cry with all my abnormal ones (brr)

If another guy calls you, the AK answers him
I left the house key for you downstairs at the front desk
If I don't make it to your apartment
Just send the address

And if it's not Chanel, it's Christian Dior
She doesn't want love, she's not in the mood
Her body is a lack of respect for drug trafficking (hey)
As if she were playing volleyball

And let's go to the hangout
You throw yourself so you get caught
It's from Humacao, that's why the H
You want me to mark you, mark you

And for the hangout
You throw yourself so you get caught
I don't think you'll get embarrassed
Without clothes, I said damn (yeah)

Today she's ready to go out, have a great time
Put on the outfit she bought at the mall
The little color left by the sun
The music on high, drinking a lot of alcohol

With all her friends at the club
The dry law is over
Looking to see who they sin with
Yes

Today she's ready to go out, have a great time
Put on the outfit she bought at the mall
The little color left by the sun
The music on high, drinking a lot of alcohol

With all her friends at the club
The dry law is over
Looking to see who they sin with
(Brr!)

Jhay, Jhay
Jhay Cortez, yeah
Anuel
Mera, tell me, EQ
Real until death, did you hear, baby?

This is simple
You all are going to have to get used to living life
Under our shadow
Brr!