Marca de La Cadena (feat. ByMonkid)

They're not tattoos on the neck, they're the marks of the chain
I forgot her name, it smells like Carolina Herrera
They're not tattoos on the neck, they're the kisses that burn me
It's not that I'm so good, it's that they're embarrassing

Fuck your group
Wah, fuck your group

Fuck your group, I put my foot on his face, uh
They talk too much and never shoot (no, no, no, no), wah
Mami, I don't make a drama out of this shit, yah
I'm sponsored by Brahma, ah

They ask me, what does fame feel like? (What?) eh
It's like your ex being in my bed (fits me well), yah
Speed up, mami, I change the plots, yah
Duko does what he wants (always, mami), ah

Yah, Robert Sanchez's sting (me)
Ah, sporty and elegant (always, always)
Now all the ratche's look at me, mmm, ah (ratche's, ratche's)
I'm dripping, you might get dirty, mmm, ah (drip, drip)

Stress is killing him, I put my foot on his face
At his party they play my songs, I understand that you're annoyed
I understand that you're annoyed, I understand that you're annoyed
You want to be like me, I understand that you're annoyed

How can I explain what I feel?
I leave my life in every concert
I arrive at hotels dead, I live in the airport
Mom and dad happy, direct business
Very different from the rest, that's what gave me my place (tu-tu-tu-tu)

They're not tattoos on the neck, they're the marks of the chain
I forgot her name, it smells like Carolina Herrera
They're not tattoos on the neck, they're the kisses that burn me
It's not that I'm so good, it's that they're embarrassing

They're not tattoos on the neck, they're the marks of the chain
I forgot her name, it smells like Carolina Herrera
They're not tattoos on the neck, they're the kisses that burn me
It's not that I'm so good, it's that they're embarrassing

Fuck your group, I put my foot on his face, ah
Fuck your group, I put my foot on his face, ah
I have your blood on my imported tire
It seems like I don't care (at all)
If I'm in magazines, only on the cover (clean, clean)
I always look pretty even if I put on a blank face
Duko's image is now expensive
I'm a pharmacy kid, the backpack is loaded

(Fuck your group, I put my foot on his face)
(Yah, yah, yah)

They're not tattoos on the neck, they're the marks of the chain (Duko)
I forgot her name, it smells like Carolina Herrera
They're not tattoos on the neck, they're the kisses that burn me
It's not that I'm so good, it's that they're embarrassing (okay, okay)

Duko, Duko, Monkid
You know
Pure shit, pure shit, fuck