Todo Controlado

BUDI
E-E-Evince
Ah, Bad Singers, son of a bitch
Oh, oh, oh

I'm counting those bills, cruising in the neighborhood
I'm with my criminals, man, they don't have a schedule
And if I wanted to see you dead, I would have already enjoyed it
Don't lie anymore, don't use forty and they don't want you in the neighborhood
Around here they're not playing, if they know you, they'll raid you
We're tough, we're cool, dining with bad bitches
They say they're good, but I see it in their eyes
They're afraid of losing or that bullets might rain
Man, screw your group, they think they know too much
My chain is shining, gunmen by my side
I stroll through the scene, I see everything under control
The pussies on the internet talking, posting statuses
I don't know how you see it, sounding fresh
I'm always on the street contaminating my being
Sons of bitches throw, say I repeat my level
If they ask in the neighborhood, say it's MDB, they are

MDB, MDB, MDB, MDB, they are
MDB, MDB, MDB, MDB, they are