Vaya Vaya
Cartel de Santa
Let's Go
Don Vergas is back
Very relaxed, drugged, drugged
Purple, purple, purple, purple, purple
I'm over forty and twenty-year-old girls still look for me
I've thought about retiring, also staying forever
Here what matters is the people, not a couple of assholes
Who because they hit with one, idiots, think they are bosses
Wimps, to be bosses they need what they lack
That which I have in abundance, it's better not to piss me off
That's why they ignore me, when I smoke the bong
Dog, I fly like Jordan, they try but can't achieve it
They know that very well, well known forever
That I have beautiful women, models, actresses, and some influencers
They think they defeat me, dream that they catch me
My shrapnel accompanies me wherever I go
Let's go (let's go), listen (listen)
A middle finger to those who shoot at me and a thumb to those who support me
Let's go (let's go), listen (listen)
A middle finger to those who shoot at me and a thumb to those who support me
Let's go (let's go), listen (listen)
A middle finger to those who shoot at me and a thumb to those who support me
Wait a minute, we're relaxed, we're high
Don't tell me where to go if I'm the one who brings it
Bend over there, give me my like, if you don't like it, go away
Damn, better khichuri than ice, better puff like the Mai
There are aguascas in the Aguasca to make me spiritual
You boast of being a criminal, but you're still in diapers
You literally have Pinocchio's wood, you're not real
Don Yepeto is your dad, Mrs. whore your mom
Very stuck up with their clones, they don't bring anything original
I'm a fucking terrorist like those in Afghanistan
I also pull the AK like those in Michoacán
Bam (ah, ah), bam (ah, ah), bam (ah, ah), bam (ah, ah)
Bam (ah, ah), bam (ah, ah), bam (ah, ah)
Let's go (let's go), listen (listen)
A middle finger to those who shoot at me and a thumb to those who support me
Let's go (let's go), listen (listen)
A middle finger to those who shoot at me and a thumb to those who support me
Let's go (let's go), listen (listen)
A middle finger to those who shoot at me and a thumb to those who support me
If I shot 3 thousand clowns just to play around, man
And only fucking Cartel de Santa to hell
You know it, lots of flow, lots of flow, lots of flow
You keep showing that without others you are nobody
While I without anyone make it clear that I am who I am
The old man is with Tokyo, Hiroshima, and Nagasaki
Watcha
