Tiradera Pa Ñengo Flow

The undertaker I upload to the max and I melt your brakes
All of you have pictures of me in your papers
I've been a millionaire since I was nineteen
And I deposit twenty-five thousand pesos every Thursday

Hey buddy! clean the pudding and pass the brush
I'm going to rent it to you to store all the millions
Jump over the fence, the chata has a vice and a bald spot
Goes out to the street and everyone shouts at him: ñengo you're a pig!

You're no good. and they're looking for ways to measure me
You need like a hundred companies to destroy me
You don't have a rifle, much less full, in my vocabulary
You say you're street and you haven't even seen a donkey in the stable

You know what I'm talking about... reality gives you a complex
The supposed hustlers are all driving old cars
I told the jokers throw me with the best
That ñengo I sweep, and I won't even start the engines

Don't get frustrated. I know you're broke, so adjust
But there's no excuse for wearing fake clothes
I give away. you've been around for ten years and haven't hit a lick
I'm the one hitting, I have a rifle and also the halos!

(phone)

Full records: full fake! they're all hollow-waisted
They have no backbone and much less lyrics in the notebook
Did you hear, chata, they put two hundred for me to sign
And I told your boss: suck my dick! that was in your face!

Take it easy. here's your promotional break
You'll never make it and you've recorded even with don
It's not a threat, I point them out and the capsule traces them
I get hooked on the short to enter the plaza

I live this movie
I crush them every time I write
You tell me move on mmm I continue! (he he he)

I have a lot of crew, I have a lot of chicks, a lot of money
A lot of probability that you'll die tomorrow,
You'll commit suicide. learn that my strength is immeasurable
Write on a paper: I love you, crew. ñengo says goodbye.

Don't mess with me. the pelse has you hearing voices
And the princi like a category twelve hurricane
I go up to full records, I empty your razor
Because tomorrow they'll have ñengo with the cuju and the putty

Fill the hole. here's your lottery ticket
I deal among the nuns connected to the coto
Mere broco explain how I unseat them
That this is the metro and we call the shots

(phone)

Armed and dangerous, what?, if you're all scared
How am I going to shut down ñengo?, if the guy is already shut down
He's been on the street for ten years, looking to see who swallows him
You're all a bunch of shit, the only one worth anything is yaga

Old clothes. here from the crew that doesn't back down
You shouldn't be snoring with that stupid mouth
Whether the comb, snail, or color, it's always the same
Like the same theme fifteen times, yampi change the rhythm!

I'm on fire! you know what sometimes makes me sad:
That you drop so many tracks brother, but you never sound
I know sometimes I'm wrong, but, I don't know, it seems to me
That you're going to hear this track for like five months

I hit them. they laugh in the street and I throw parties
You know who I am: the clapper, the millionaire
The one from quintana, the one from manuela, the one from fal, the one from the erres
If you don't shut up, I'll make sure they shut you up

Listen memo. these people are asking me for relief
And who did you pirate, buddy? here's the new track.
Mera jaime let's go to the notebook, I'll pay for the advance
Of the full records shirts and down below may they rest in peace
(rest in peace full records, ha ha!)

Much respect to all those neighborhoods, to all those settlements, to those people from bayamón.
Mera ñengo, I've helped you a thousand times, lent you money a thousand times, you've been featured in my videos and this is the last time I help you, got it?
Because this, this stupid diss track you made, you looked for a little attention there; but mera that's pig-like, you're no good. (correa: we are the fal)
And on the street you're a miserable person.

Correa:
Quintana, manuela, san josé, jurutungo, las monjas, las margaritas, el mirador, las casas, cantera
La william, canales, la perla, monte tierra, guanamato, el koki, villa kennedy, el toa, selle, el prado
La andalia, monteatillo, sabana abajo, torre sabana, caguas, usco, monte pal, ponce, villa palmera.
We are a bunch...
Hey! ñengo! what you are, is a pig my brother.
You featured with us, ate with us, lived with us, and then you dissed us.
But you know what?, you're no good my brother, you're not a man, you have no street.
Buddy! suck my dick, and shit on your mother!
We have power. full records has me by the balls.
We're on fire. we're going to crash the company if they lick each other.
Sincerely: correa. calm down! hahaha!