CARRO NUEVO (feat. Micro TDH y Trainer)

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No, I didn’t say anything about that
I swear
What else?
The conclusion of all this is that
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Nobody knows what it’s like
All the shit I had to go through
I’m driving a new car and your mom wants to hop in
I don’t want (don’t want) to show off or pretend
All this style I got, nobody can buy it

Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no, uh, no
Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no, uh, no
Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no, uh, no

In the Mercedes, it smells like new clothes
Before, I was broke on the road, borrowing cash
What would my grandma say if she knew that all of Venezuela loves me?
The streets are my school, hey

Before, I sang for free anywhere, now my tour schedule’s packed
The homies, the fights, the bitches, the struggles (Uh, yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, also on my wrist
I came out on top, the crew’s got my back

I grew up skating, watching the Berettas (Puh-puh)
Mom hugged me, said: “Son, chill, good things are coming your way”
Now I’m crossing the border, and a couple of haters wish they had my life
But no—
Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no, uh, no
Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no, uh, no

Nobody knows what it’s like
All the shit I had to go through
I’m driving a new car and your mom wants to hop in
I don’t want (don’t want) to show off or pretend
All this style I got, nobody can buy it

Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no, uh, no
Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no, uh, no
Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no, uh, no

Trainer, wawa

Since I was little, I was on the corner
Weed and sex with the neighbor
Dreamed of traveling to the Philippines, now all of Latin America listens to me
I got a bit slow from the codeine, but my career isn’t over
I got girls from Mexico, I got girls from Argentina, the one who never called now leans towards me

‘Cause I’m fresher, cooler, more handsome
If you want, I’ll show you the Jordans with the rings on
Diamonds on my neck (Uh)
If I don’t answer, it’s ‘cause I’m with my crew, too many people throwing shade

And nobody knows what it’s like
All the shit I had to go through
I’m driving a new car and your mom wants to hop in
I don’t want to show off or pretend
All this style I got, nobody can buy it (yeah)

Nobody knows what it’s like
All the shit I had to go through
I’m driving a new car and your mom wants to hop in
I don’t want to show off or pretend
All this style I got, nobody can buy it

Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no, uh, no
Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no, uh, no
Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no, uh, no
Uh, no, uh, no, uh, no, uh, no

Now we gotta make
Enjoy the now and make history, right or wrong?