Vengan To' (feat. El Jincho y Yomel El Meloso)

I’m back
But I never really left

The dude’s back again, with the plastic again
They can’t catch me on the wood, look how I move
Always me against everyone, I never asked for a break
Hope they’re short on mouths to suck this dick
I’ve been grinding for a year, still active in the game
In my criminal record, I’m still making moves
For the leather, they’re getting heads while I’m cleaning up
And a couple of guys are packing it up in the yard
From 9 to 2 moving the piece with Kunin
From 2 to 4 counting the cash in the briefcase
Rolling with Jester as my co-pilot, chilling in the back
To deliver it to Moñen because he had me on a ride

Active with the crew, cooking in the hood
The miners from over there who hang out with the saw
From the choke to the board
From the board to the polanco, from the polanco all to the char
Where the party ends

The Grettys are mad because I only talk about money
What else am I gonna talk about? I’m just cashing in
I’m gonna fill a little pool completely with cash
To wrap you up when I fill it with the leather
For my mother, if I get going, no one can stop me
The artist always ready with the bad attitude
I got people in Capotillo, in Lo Pino and in Wachupita
San Carlos, La Victoria, Los Alcariso, La Cañita
If I raise it, it’s bad, but they never want me to lower it
There’s a ton of bullets if I get into character
You’re wasting your time throwing shade at me, what a tragedy
And my pockets are fuller than an encyclopedia

I got the hitmen from the villa who never miss
You got COVID-19, I got Kobby Bryan
Check how my verse floats, floats and gives you a high
I’m a gorilla beard, rolling in a leaf of macota
No need to shine a light, respect to those in the pen
With the crew, no, disarm your life with the Aberales

You don’t know
What’s up
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Give a shout out, rookies and veterans
Coming down, unfiltered from the mind, getting hands dirty
Better take this advice, my brother
And never mess with a punk, or a villainous dude
I’m the face of urban rap without even trying
I used to be spicy, now I’m coming in hot
I did a lot of bad things when I was young
But I left the streets and started fighting for my dream

I’m taking over rap
And they’re gonna have to suck it up, those who don’t wanna give me my due
They’re full of envy, hate, and malice
They’re more packed than an Anuel AA concert
They don’t represent, almost everything they sing is made up
I’m a madman, you guys are just mint
In 2020, I’m like Tupac in the 90s
When I hit RD, my popularity rises

Give me a second, bro, we’ll talk later
When I cut the plate and pour milk on the plant
Here the kids are trafficking joints in little bags
And the hitwomen give it up when they get high
Rolling with Bulova, the compota
And in my pocket, a little bag of Haraka, to get high
Respect the ranks, suck my balls
The strong people, like an army of terracotta
I wanna smoke weed like Siper Skill
And bring me a barrel of Presidente
Parlita, tell me how many parties I gotta hit
Tell them we don’t sing for less than 3 grand

Saranana, what I came to distribute
I’m gonna cause a ruckus
I’m crazy with the ladies like the old man Liopo
I like drugs, I admit it
I hope they legalize weed and censor DJ Topo

I got a lid for everyone who gets filled
From the chantín, I’m the Nene, I’m liked more than a menene
I got what you don’t have, yeah? Yeah
So stay still, or I’ll shove it all in
Frog, rene keep nodding
Because La Para is me, right now I’m giving it
I lowered your ranks and I don’t have a Lambo
But I’m rolling in a 2020 runner, stacking up

I got them all dibareando
Now they call me the parita, the little perv, the command
You know how I roll, I got a Wednesday standing
On a Monday of smuggling
Suck my grains, you’re gonna keep sucking
While I keep dropping hits, you’re gonna be raneando
Don’t talk to me about that, I’m really out here hustling
Soon I’ll create an OnlyFans so they can see me getting down
They’re scared, oh yeah

You’re all mad because I hit on the perverse one
I’ll hustle however I can, even selling weed
I got a couple of gadgets that came down from Haiti
But I won’t shed too much light, anyone can
Man, your flow doesn’t even get a little love
You’re sounding like trash, we’re gonna hit you
I’m gonna stop in the guin guin and we’re gonna take your bling bling
And if you’re with your girl, we’re gonna break her flying
Suck it, Bin Bin

You don’t know
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