Quien Me Va a Roncar (part.. Arcangel, Juanka y Brray)

(Xound Music)

How does it feel to live what I'm telling you?
Papi, what I always dreamed of
Women of all colors, of all kinds, very rich
Dudes with balls and dressing fancy

If it's not Fendi, then Givenchy
All the hoes from Miami
If not from Colombia, if not, damn, then from the District
That at the last minute is for screwing
I don't want to meet them, I don't want to be friendly
The ones from Xana' and the Perco, bullets for the pigs and the combs I carry
In the boats the bundles, all mine is balance

Who's gonna bitch at me? (Who's gonna bitch at me?)
If I arrive at the club, the shorties go inside
Nobody's gonna search (nobody's gonna search)
My babes are very rich without having to operate

Tell me, who's gonna bitch at me? (Flow Factory)
If I arrive at the club, the shorties go inside
Nobody's gonna search (nobody's gonna search; normal)
Kick out of the club the one who's not gonna screw (Austin, La Marizon)

I have a couple of asses patented around the world
The nut tightening and my name tattooed
The warrior with the Factory logo marked
Speak ill of me, you can get your head knocked

Legendary, I don't pay attention to comments anymore
I also don't dirty my hands, for that I send a messenger
There won't be time either
As soon as this pandemic ends, the calendar will be full

And they are two hundred
Not more or less, here only one takes a percentage (now)
If there's competition, sorry
Let them open everything and let the entertainment begin (Juanka!)

The shorties go inside the club, making fun of the registry
They bring them up, today the records are gonna rain
The packs compress into the void
Going up and down from the island of crime

Money in abundance and the bouncer is covered
The Banshees and the Can-Ams, the kilos enter through the port
The stones are baguette and the plate with all the saints dead
I bill even when I wake up

Everyone wants me to fall, ha, that's not gonna happen
I'm moving more bricks than Taco Bell
I kill them from outside like Larry Bird used to
Your cat is just a series, like La Casa de Papel

She put on the Travis with the ripped mahones
The Murakami jacket, she looks richer than in the photo
When she moves that ass, it's like an earthquake
I don't play, I'll definitely eat that pussy (follow me now)

Tell me, who's gonna bitch at me? (Who's gonna bitch at me?)
If I arrive at the club, the shorties go inside
Nobody's gonna search (nobody's gonna search)
My babes are very rich without having to operate

Tell me, who's gonna bitch at me? (Who's gonna bitch at me?)
If I arrive at the club, the shorties go inside
Nobody's gonna search (nobody's gonna search; prru)
Kick out of the club the one who's not gonna screw (sheesh)

Is it gonna be tough for me? Ha, I'm doing great
I lost count of how many Phillies I light up a day
Living like a drug dealer, but I don't even sell anymore
With two babes mixing the tunes with the weed

Look at me, look at yourself, we're not the same
Regional, international connections
Sometimes they're fake, sometimes they're natural
I don't care, once it's in, it doesn't come out

And the shorties are already accessories, I combine them with the clothes
Your designer clothes, Nike 4 and you in the cup
Tequila makes me want to leave the street broken
Take care of your bitch, she burns, she's loose and you don't even notice

Catch me in the club flying low
I don't need your bad vibes
Even those who were never invited showed up
Let the others lower, I won't take anything away (sheesh)

Casper!

The Can-Am and the jetski, I catch your bitch
I hit her a couple of times and then I regret it
I like the hoes who never argue
Here it rains money and motherfucker, it's been fixed

Here it's wasted, smoked like a Rasta
Lack of respect and the R compresses you (-pacta)
If you kill me today, tomorrow I'll pull your legs
Short fuse with boobs light up the serenade

He dresses formal (formal), Gucci (Gucci?)
Has marijuana inside the case
And it's not to show off (show off) Versace
I don't believe in banks, I always carry cash

Hey, tell them, Movie

Tell these motherfuckers that the movie is still the same
What changes are the characters
And now the ones we have on play are us
We are the real motherfuckers

White gold with VVS
More Tramas than at CVS
Like Coco from TDS, through TSA
I send them through UPS

Crowned with GPS
With more sticks than in GTA
Motherfucker, what you say?
The AK chromed

Hunting you like an addict who hasn't been cured (hasn't been cured)
The coke is so pure, it leaves them welded (leaves them welded)
And the ticket booths overflow like a party sold out (Puerto Rico)
Casper!

Tell me, who's gonna bitch at me? (Who's gonna bitch at me?)
If I arrive at the club, the shorties go inside
Nobody's gonna search (nobody's gonna search)
My babes are very rich without having to operate

Tell me, who's gonna bitch at me? (Who's gonna bitch at me?)
If I arrive at the club, the shorties go inside
Nobody's gonna search (nobody's gonna search)
Kick out of the club the one who's not gonna screw

Okay
Austin, baby
Casper
Arcangel, pa'
Juanka
Brray
Xound
EHXX The Professor
Sheesh
DJ Leizer on the controls
Wow, crazy
What a damn movie
Flow La Movie