VUELVE CANDY B

Hey, hey-eh, hey, hey

I am expensive and everyone loves me
Bastard, I'm like a Frenchie
The babies love me, I buy them purses, I don't buy Hershey
A lot of Dior, Gucci, a lot of Givenchy, eh-eh

You don't see, bastard, I'm mocking, mocking, hahaha
Laughter is dead, I am mocked
I feel alone sometimes, I don't have anyone la la'o
I've been at the top for five years, like Tim Duncan, capote'o
I like it, bastard, in the country house, ripia'o parakeet

Burla'o, hahaha
Dying of laughter, I'm making fun
They dress oversized, but they are tight with me
I've been at the top for five years, like Tim Duncan, capotea'o
But before nobody knew, and everyone said

Who is Bad Bunny, like, who is Dei V?
Now I ride the navy blue G-Wagon
Eating sushi, drinking saki with the babys
Since Messi (Messi) is in the USA
Everyone knows who the goat is
He's not Tom Brady anymore, hey

The Latin bargain, a couple of bastards who still don't believe me (fuck you)
And I'm wearing Adidas, the Bad Bo, bastard, I already threw away all the Bred
I told you a long time ago, with Arca: I'm used to it
The industry bores me, I swear, I'll retire at 33 (easy)

How beautiful life is, let's make a toast
You're buying clothing, I'm buying building
The crazy old women with me, like I was Wilkin
All the chapi babys, hey
Asking me boy, asking me Birkin

They have piercings in their toto
Patience with Orma, on the skyline, andamo' racin'
Making money, we're busy
I'm not going to meetings, bastard, I'm sending Nisi's baby
It is possible, but it is difficult

It's easy for me, I'm mocked
Burla'o, hahaha
Dying of laughter, I'm making fun
I feel alone sometimes, I have no one next to me
I've been at the top like Tim Duncan for five years, capotea'o, hey
I like it, bastard, in the country house, parakeet rips

Burla'o, hahaha
Dying of laughter, I'm making fun
In the Red Bull cart I grew wings, I'm flying
I walk with the same ones I walked with when I was bald
You don't have to snore, mom, you don't know how to snore

Hey, I come from PR, where the real bugs are from
What a coincidence, what is more street always comes out stupid
Bastards who criticize my life and don't travel more than my pet

Eh-eh, that's why I follow the advice'
What my grandfather gave me, what Al Pacino gave me
Life is easier eating rigatoni and drinking wine
A little while in France, watching the morning with a cappuccino
To those who believed from day one, thank you
Greetings for Pino, for Hero, for Coco, for John and for Andino

Thank you, Father God, for the good people placed in my path (thank you)
He who has Billboard, does not have Grammys
He who has Grammys, does not have Billboard
Look at my trophy case, how I combine it

In my combo to's are fine, like violins
Yours leave the room the day your movie ends
Mine stay until God shows us the credits
Legend like the Sun, yes, like the Sun of Mexico

When Curry didn't exist, Casiano already put them in
Easy from the logo, many who said, they didn't believe in me
Poor demagogue, bastard, you are crazy
How are you going to doubt the biggest bastard who gets into it (you're crazy, bastard)

Four in the morning, in the studio with Beto and Cachete
Nine digits are now the checks
The whores asking me for a big ticket
I like blondes, also brunettes
Crazy with the bori, they like the picket (mommy)

Hey, long live PR, I won't let go of the machete
I am Candy B returns, but without a rider