FEKA (feat. El Alfa y Miky Woodz)

Always the ladies line up for me (not gonna lie)
I flirt almost on top (okay)
A couple of cars in the driveway (chuli gang, baby)
I don't see them from below
(Baby, let yourself be carried away by the og; geezy, homie)

Fake, fake
All your buddies are fake (okay)
All yours are fake (what?)
Even the yeezys are fake (uh)
That Rolex is fake (go)
Your wallet is empty (geezy)
Don't act tough in the streets (chuli gang)
You don't fool me with the fake (wuh; rra)

Fake (fake), fake (fake; hahaha)
All your buddies are fake (they're fake; ey)
All yours are fake (they're fake; pointing, gezzy)
Even the yeezys are fake (oh)
That Rolex is fake (fake; we never fake it)
Your wallet is empty (empty)
Don't act tough in the streets (nope)
You don't fool me with the fake

As they say in New York: Tell me, yai (pointing)
You're a liar and we don't sponsor that here, bro (hey; no, no)
You have two strikes (true)
I know them: Face to face they're idiots (hey; hahaha)
And then you see them bragging on a live (what?; a live)
If you're a school, I'm the school supply that supplies them (uh-wuh)

You're fake, since I saw you I knew (hey)
Your 30-story movie, 29 are lies (hold up; hey)
And don't mess with me, it'll hit you in the face if you spit up (uh, uh)

Your clothes are lies
Your cuban links are lies (you know it)
It's a lie that you're a gangster
You're the one who sucks up to it (suck-up, we know your deal)

You're fake, and I'm telling you straight up, buddy? (yeah-yeh)
All mine are real, ask around if anyone defames me (hey, hey)
You're fake (uh, uh)

Fake, fake (hey, hey)
All your buddies are fake (okay; not gonna lie, bastard)
All yours are fake (what?)
Even the yeezys are fake (uh)
That Rolex is fake (wait)
Your wallet is empty (geezy)
Don't act tough in the streets (chuli gang)
You don't fool me with the fake (wuh; ra)

Fake (fake), fake (fake)
All your buddies are fake (they're fake)
All yours are fake (they're fake)
Even the yeezys are fake (oh)
That Rolex is fake (fake)
Your wallet is empty (empty)
Don't act tough in the streets (nope)
You don't fool me with the fake (gezzy, homie)

Star of the court, you're the mascot (okay)
Fake like your chains, it shows from afar (you know)
I always smoke expensive, that's why it's the note (always)
Your crew sucks up to it, the blunt doesn't pass (gezzy, homie)

(Yao')
The chip card, phones with chips
Be careful if something happens to you, the Glock has a chip (pew, pew)
We make a mess with your women (hey)
We light up the bats mixed with [?]
The clothes I wear are Versace-ce-ce (ah)
With that flow, calm down piti-ti
20 thousand Africans looking in the mud
For the diamonds on my feet

(Lambo'; puff!)
Where I walk (wuh)
When I arrive, they stay drooling (prr-prr; wuh)
We're killing the competition (wuh, wuh)
Checks and asses keep coming to me (wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh)

El alfa is the one who sets the tone (wuh), when the parrot shoots (wuh)
I want you to see your girl (wap)
When I put my essence in her face

In the Gucci the gun (wuh)
We don't fake it, we don't back down completely
The chains look like Jon Z's hair (yi)
Real g, but your girl is dry (okay)

Yao', so, hater, calm down (calm down)
It's not my fault if she looks at me (ah)
If you touch me, you'll be spinning
Lower yours, aim with precision (wuh)

We always arrive with the crew
With the same ones, nothing has changed
They felt the pressure from the entrance
We pass the pieces like it's nothing

Fake, fake
All your buddies are fake (okay)
All yours are fake (what?)
Even the yeezys are fake (uh)
That Rolex is fake (go)
Your wallet is empty (geezy!)
Don't act tough in the streets (chuli gang)
You don't fool me with the fake (wuh; ra)

Fake (fake), fake (fake)
All your buddies are fake (they're fake)
All yours are fake (they're fake)
Even the yeezys are fake (oh)
That Rolex is fake (fake)
Your wallet is empty (empty)
Don't act tough in the streets (nope)
You don't fool me with the fake (gezzy, homie)

Ay!
You know what time it is, homie
The cool ones
Tell me, miky, what's happenin'?
We never fake it
El alfa
Your chicks are fake, your asses are fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
From D.R. to P.R., okay
Hear this music
Hydro
Tell me, holy child
Gold2 latin music, nigga
[?]
Update, daddy
Pj, homie
Tell 'em, chorus
Oby
Okay
Cool flow