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Mera, Jhayco
For the time you spent there
With the StereO time, with the StereO aerial
I was told that you
Were playing mom and dad, bastard
Speak clearly, who were you?
Who were you?, who were you?
(I'm the mom) what?
(I'm the mom) what?
(I'm Eduardo's mom)

El Mynor, Millo Gang
Mera, tell me, Custom
(Let's sweep this bastard)

Hey, Jhayco feka, at 16 I was already traveling the planet
And you there in Automeca, saving up to see me at the disco
I told you to come see me, and you never showed your face
You went to mess around with Castro
And got pissed off because it didn't work for you

My traps hit harder than yours, and that bothers you
Call Luny, there's a burial night, but after this
Bastard, here's the answer
Stop showing off with the chain that J Balvin lends you

He dresses as a woman and calls his friends
A couple of percos, a couple of phillies
And goes to 15 to give his ass to Siggy
Snoring and it's 2013, the BMW
Now that you hear this you won't be able to sleep even with PM

Follow me? People don't follow you, or are you cross-eyed?
You've been in this genre longer than Don Francisco
I'm already millo, and I haven't released albums
You slept with me and this won't lift you even with a pinch

They don't want you where you grew up
What about my eyebrows, what? If you asked me and did them
Pressure from what? You felt the pressure now
You're not good as an artist, why the hell do you insist?
(Get out)

It's been 10 years trying and there's no start
I'm a high sea shark flow
And you like the fish in the pond
Jhayco, seriously, hook the gloves
Don't make me
To have Ammu-Nation's studio lock you up

For Jose 20 choruses and 20 tones, he's recorded 10 songs with you
And you haven't hit, no one understands how
Motherfucker, now say that Cromo wrote this for me
With this I swept Coscu and Kendo leaves me the throne

Suck my dick, bastard
You started before me
And from the first song I released I hit
And started to generate
Now that you're lurking, crazy

You bit yourself because we took you off the Gan-Ga remix
Count that you're soaked, you stick your finger between your ass cheeks
This will be heard everywhere, better not even come out
Myers gave you a knockout like the one Tito gave Varga

You've been since the 90s, you can't handle a breeze
And Mynor flying hurricane flow, category 30
Little pig, why don't you tell people
That the StereO group broke up
Because it never generated sales?

What a shame, looking for features for all the songs
Because if they're just you, they never sound
Speak clearly, what was the deal?
A Happy Meal combo?
You're going to be buried and anyone who wants to join

You dug your own grave
You look like Timon, Pumba's buddy
He says I'm going to aim at Mynor who doesn't buzz
Mera, smell-dick, God's light shines on me
And no matter how much they try to join as a team, they don't knock me down

(Sending Cash) hey
(The Vault) I gave you my hand
And you didn't think about turning around
Stop the bullshit
Saying they write to me, bastard
Dick-sucker
You mentioned my mom again
I'm not going to bring the street into this
But I'm going to bring it to your face when I see you
Mynor, Millo Gang, bastard
Mera, dick-sucker
Stop saying that I left my mom alone
Do you want me to leave yours alone for real, bastard?
Stop mentioning my mom, son of a bitch

(Young Hollywood)

Did you think this was going to end, dick-sucker?

Heart, give me back--
(The next person caught listening to that garbage, will get it)

Don't brag, I have my own thing
It's better that you avoid a mess
Listen well, my buddy
I may be younger than you
But in this you're my son

My nigga, I'm not one to do this
But I'm coming ready, to sweep you without mercy
If we open your files' vault
I'll make you uncomfortable

24 hours, for what?
If fighting with you is unnecessary
All those who say they hit with trap
I don't see any of them as millionaires

And now they come up with excuses
Because they know that WOW took the shine off Medusa
You have a drawer full of sticks
But we know how you use them

Millo Gang, million Gang
And if Jheza wrote it, give him a hundred to the man
You weren't in the plan, but whoever growls over here
I take the bread off the table

Oh, dear!
You don't know me got popular because of Balvin and Benito
You're fighting all Jhay Cosito
You brushed your teeth, or is your toothpaste Cheeto's?
Since I started, I rose like an elevator and you by step
And about Cotto, big mouth, don't mention the dead
Who never touched prison

(Sit there)
Jhayco sucks me off
And anyone who has dissed me
After you went to suck me off in Miami
Bastard, you come to diss me, and mention my mom, bastard

Hey, Richi
They tell me that the guy's business
Is to give away 10 songs, so I make one with him
Mera, bastard, I'm not going to be pressured
Whoever doesn't record with me, daddy, I hit the songs alone

Hey, a couple of gays tell me
That the man comes with the pali, with the perco
With the adderall, with the black pepas
With the tussi, with the perico

This is the first and the last