Feliz Navidad 3

Merry Christmas, you bastards! Ha, ha, ha!
Aha, aha, aha, winter has arrived
Once again
Again, for the third time

For those who turned away
For those who learned from me, then threw me away
They got dirty, since I live better than you
Merry Christmas to all of you
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle motherfucker

Once again, daddy Arca giving you what you deserve
Many fronted and ended up with a broken mouth
You won't get far if you don't give up the coke habit
I notice you're sick, I think you're sniffing lean

They're pawning their belongings in the buy-sell
While I have the necessary hustle
With which I live and sustain myself daily
Yup-ah, don't talk to me about being a hitman

They don't even want you in your fucking neighborhood
It feels great to wake up with a view of the pool
And have the big machine parked in the driveway
Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas

For those who fronted with balls
You tell me if you want to die, bastards
Since this Christmas we're killing piglets, damn
Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas (and what happened?)

For those who fronted with balls
Without much effort, I bill calmly
I am the evil elf of fucking Christmas
Ok, let's continue, who else is on the list?

As far as I remember, Luian, for the track
(Hold on a moment, let me see who)
My buddy, that deceitful thug
No one believes you anymore, adjust your movie

If I were you, I'd give it a little shine
I don't rely on anyone, but I also have a crew
And they are powerful, armed and dangerous
We hit the music in the face with the cash in the pockets

Thanks to my talent, I enjoy what I want
If I had been born blind, I wouldn't fail counting money
And I would arrange it neatly
With my face looking up, very nicely

It's easy for you to talk about what you don't have
The paper holds everything, everything that suits you
I keep going from twenty to twenty, from hundred to hundred
With the rubber band in the middle so the count comes out right, yes

Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas
For those who fronted with balls
You tell me if you want to die, bastards
Since this Christmas we're killing piglets, damn

Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas (and what happened?)
For those who fronted with balls
Without much effort, I bill calmly
I am the evil elf of fucking Christmas

It's been 25 and I'm still spinning like crazy
I'm turning everything I touch into gold
Song by song, I break the track
And even without rehearsing more than you, I stand out, urgh

My bad, that you're not up to date
That you don't have a party, if it doesn't play, there are no royalties
It's okay, I accept that their failure is my fault
That's what happens when you mess with the owner of the road

Oh my
What a delight of hustle
No matter how much you front, you know the kid delivers
Illiterate, before inventing with the doctor
First, they have to graduate from the top

We sit near the pilot and the cockpit
You usually sit behind the curtain (oh, my God)
I even thought you were the chef (correct)
When I saw you sitting next to the kitchen

Okay brr
Yup
Arcángel, pa'
Austin, La Maravish
La, la Marash
All right
Tell me, Luian
Musicologist and Menes (Flow Factory)
Merry Christmas, you bastards

Daddy, listen to what I'm going to tell you, this is simple (super)
Don't brag to me about miles, or trips (no), or anything like that
Now is when you guys are seeing the sunlight, okay?
Capisce?

Little producers, now is when you guys are seeing work
Now is when you guys are bill-, I mean, I mean
Billing no (no, not that), that word is big
You guys are now peddling, that's how it is

Take it easy
Lower the volume of the radio a bit (yes)
The music is too loud for you (lower it) damn
Arcangel pa', Daddy Arca (Mr. Cash and Carry)

I'm not going to keep fighting (na'), really
I don't care if a robot answers me backwards
I'm interested in you answering
I'll leave mine for you to kill a little, damn

Daddy Arca, Mr. Cash and Carry
Merry Christmas, you suckers
Damn, damn-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Damn, damn, tfuh, tfuh, fulete
Mobile grenades
Yup, that's it

Daddy (hey), so you know
Those singers who have never been able to meet
Seven, eight, seven, two, five, seven, eight, three, nine three
The number remains the same, Flow Factory
The company is not going bankrupt, partner (like many)
Every year we get stronger, harder, damn