DON DIMADON 2 (feat. Remp y Victor Mendivil)

(With the terrorists!)
Welcome to Don Dimadon, version 2
Pure Dani Flow, to hell with it!

The party is lived differently in Culichi
I like girls without boobs
(Yes-yes) If I rub the bitch, Fiji water will come out
I suck her [?] and the bitch's feet

Splash! Fill me with rules
Splash! (I-) I have a rule (Ra-ta-ta)
If you record the bottles more than once
We're gonna take you down, to hell

I have the big python
Like Don Dimadon's big hat (Oh my God)
White and long, white and long
It reaches where the plane passes

Living it up, milk me Lala
I buy them everything and they never ask me for anything
Up the striped goats of Guadalajara

Like terrorists we ride in convoys
When it comes to work, equipped with the Barrettzón
In the face a hood, vests and a helmet
Well sponsored at the Don's command

Don Dimadón, let a corrido play
In the mountains let the sound resound
I'm flashy, they see me in armored vehicles or sometimes toasting
With those little bottles that all the cats show off
I spend the greens, I easily earn them
Uncover the Doradas, up the Zambada
Up the Zambada (Up the Zambada)

I have a limousine full of whores
And a lot of powder of pure fruit flavor
Death in the system with the cough I handle
I look like I'm from Arabia, I spend money like an idiot

Pull whatever you want, I don't care how
Bags are passed through windows [?]
To make money and girls there are ways
And to be in the know I carry my flag

Don Dimadón, I fucked her without a condom
In the mountains I gave her a good fuck
Now let it come, i fuck of 3
And with the secret, he loads it in the Mercedes-Benz

(Tr-tr) Traka, I have all the sluts
They know how we handle things, in cars without plates
50's coming in with the. 15 loaded
Open up to hell, or I'll open you up with a blow

Culiacán is the house
It is respected because it knows it's the place
We connect the marmasa
With the gringos I send them to the other side

The Motorolas ring, the vests are on
Fulfilling missions because we are bastards
The armored trucks that come and go
Faces covered like Taliban
7's armor because it brings me luck

I toast with the 8 beer and champagne
Beer and champagne
(Tr-tr) Traka, she dances in the hacienda with the girls and the bales
We're on the edge, we have the bales guarded
If I'm in a sports car, the police are always there

(The king of morbid, baby!)
Like terrorists we ride in convoys
When it comes to work, equipped with the Barrettzón
In the face a hood, vests and a helmet
Well sponsored at the Don's command
(Morbid king!)

Don Dimadón, let a corrido play
In the mountains let the sound resound
I'm flashy, they see me in armored vehicles or sometimes toasting
With those little bottles that all the cats show off
I spend the greens, I easily earn them
Uncover the Doradas and up the Zambada
Up the Zambada (Ran-can-can)

Don Dimadón, I gave her a good fuck
I pass by there in the mountains and she gave me a blowjob
Her big, fat, and grand buttocks bounce me off
They all love to ride my big dick

Don Dima', Don Dima', Don Dimadon
(Do-Do-Do) Don Dima', Don Dima', Don Dimadon
(Do-Do) Don Dima', Don Dima', Don Dimadon
Up the Zambada (-bada, -bada, -bada)
(With the terrori'!)
Up the Zambada

Whatever, we're kids
Whatever, we're kids
Whatever, we're kids
Whatever, we're kids

Victor Mendivil (Compa Dani Flow)
Dani Flow (The king of morbid baby!)
JB Entertainment
Remp! (Oh, mama)