Mi Nombre

(22)
(Eleguá)
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No way
I’m gonna fail
If I got my routine, I own the streets
'Cause I’m shining bright on my own
And you’re just copies, a bunch of jealous folks
Always nitpicking every detail
While I’m bringing it all to the streets
But before the bomb goes off
If it’s gonna blow, let it blow

I’m gonna make the world shout my name
Number one, just like it should be
Listen up, I’m coming from Cuba
And I swore to the pure that I’d be huge
You think you’re better than me? Where you from?
You think you’re better than me? Where you from?
Where you from?
I swore to the pure that I’d be huge

No way I’m backing down
I got too much swagger
I’m bringing my dreams along for the ride
My hoodie with my Crocs
My little lace shorts
'Cause to be a good dude, you don’t need a suit
'Cause I’m real, real, no makeup
I’m different, no filter, no fake
I know you want me to tone it down
But right now, the plane just took off
Still a ways from landing

Your boom boom
In your area, Baby, with the boom boom
In the club, Baby, with the boom boom
Around the world, Baby, with the boom boom
I’m the boom boom, bu bu boom boom boom
In your area, Baby, with the boom boom
In the club, Baby, with the boom boom
Around the world, Baby, with the boom boom
I’m the boom boom (oh)

I’m gonna make the world shout my name
Number one, just like it should be
Listen up, I’m coming from Cuba
And I swore to the pure that I’d be huge
You think you’re better than me? Where you from?
You think you’re better than me? Where you from?
Where you from?
I swore to the pure that I’d be huge

No way
I’m gonna fail
If I got my routine, I own the streets
'Cause I’m shining bright on my own
And you’re just copies, a bunch of jealous folks
Always nitpicking every detail
While I’m bringing it all to the streets
But before the bomb goes off
If it’s gonna blow, let it blow

I’m chillin’ in my lane
In my private life
Nobody knows my business
But don’t put me between a rock and a hard place
'Cause things could heat up real quick
Oh, it slipped away
It slipped away
Don’t play tough, tough
If the brand mango is me
If it’s gonna blow, let it blow

Like in the (adbundan) they shout my name
Number one, just like it should be
Listen up, I’m coming from Cuba
And I swore to the pure that I’d be huge
You think you’re better than me? Where you from?
You think you’re better than me? Where you from?
Where you from?
I swore to the pure that I’d be huge

Omarito with El Cuco
Dary linked up in Miami
El Chulito told Arango
Tie up all your pieces
'Cause the brand mango is coming for them
And tra tra tra tra tra tra tra
Richard Transimport
Hey, Yhona, El Eruke
Papote, Papote (papo)
Ferrante, Ferrante
Ronald the Abusata says
This is gonna be hot where it’s at
(Planet, Planet Records)
TM
Ernesto Losa
Raulito, heat up the timba
Grab the pin
22 Paths
(Planet, pla-)
22 Paths
Eleguá