Tengo Lo Ke Kiero (feat. C.R. O, Kinder Malo y Pimp Flaco)

Eh, Nazi mode
Oh-oh

I got what I want, baby
I do what I want, baby
You want grams, baby, I want a Grammy
I sleep with who I want, baby
I live how I want, baby
I want to die, baby
I'm going to die, baby
Because I'm tired of breathing
Because you stopped talking to me
And all that shit that drives me crazy
The medication helps but I don't feel it

Tiki-tiki, the show begins, your bitch moving slow
Guys from the damn future, no rush, they come, blow
Wom-wom
More models, silver, gold, Roque, ice, big chains, I freeze
Checks, rum-rum
Give me a clone 'cause I ain't stopping
My bitch wears expensive clothes, candies to suck
Rum-rum-rum-rum-rum-rum-rum, rally-rally
When we fall, your damn party starts
Baby, I come with three, you come with six
That ass is worth more than all the shine of my chain
Bitch, lick, surf without rules, shotgun, Kurt Cobain
If they talk about us it's because they can't see us

This is no longer a game, crazy, I have a business
I'm eating everything up like a hamburger
I'm skinny but what I drop is heavy
Crazy, you lack balls to make my mayonnaise
Snitch noses release strawberry juice
Mouth full of blood, looks like a pad
Your woman is good but with me she's naughty
If I fuck her and put it in, I leave it pierced

I'm hitting it, playing basketball
I'm spending more than your budget
All this is for money, of course
If you need a million, I'll lend it to you
I'm hitting it, playing basketball
I'm spending more than your budget
All this is for money, of course
If you need a million, I'll lend it to you

I got what I want, baby
I do what I want, baby
You want grams, baby, I want a Grammy
I sleep with who I want, baby
I live how I want, baby
I want to die, baby
I'm going to die, baby
Because I'm tired of breathing
Because you stopped talking to me
And all that shit that drives me crazy
The medication helps but I don't feel it

They're taking pictures of me, they think I don't notice
My chest is only for my broken heart
I'm just playing, winning the lottery
And rum-rum-rum 'cause I'm a motorcycle
If you think you're better than me, that you're beating me
Wake up, wake up, wake up
If you think you're better than me, that you're beating me
Wake up, because you're dreaming

(Eh, eh, oh, oh)

I smoke four joints a day, burn the whole trash can
I don't mess with nicotine, fuck the tobacco companies
Overdose of adrenaline, my brain speeds up
The corner kids are the parents of this school
Pill with alcohol for toothache
Make the blunt green, scissor hands kid
Cutting the strings of wooden dolls
The children of the night own the race
My neck has a price, worth pairs of coins
I wear the diamond, blood and gold on the chain
I don't know if I bring luck or I'm calling trouble
I don't know how much it's worth but I know how it fits me
Be careful, I'm heavy, not everyone can handle me
Bring your whole crew, there's no one like me
Money in the wave and drugs in the bathtub
I'm more of the second but I live in the first, eh
Hey, hey

I, I, got what I want, baby
I do what I want, baby
You want grams, baby, I want a Grammy
I sleep with who I want, baby
I live how I want, baby
I want to die, baby
I'm going to die, baby
Because I'm tired of breathing
Because you stopped talking to me
And all that shit that drives me crazy
The medication helps but I don't feel it