SOY UN BAD BOY (part. LUAR LA L y JEZZY)

You know who we are, baby (what?)
Three letters
Eighteen years of controlling, I'm going to steal
You're clear that I'm a fool when I talk nonsense
Don't look at me too much because I'll rub your face
I applied it to you and stole your consumption 'trick'

For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
Pa' la' bad'-bad'-bad' (yeah, yeah, me')

Tigers go to the Caribbean and women go to the gynecologist
The screams are heard louder than the musicologists
Nobody post the video of where I am
So that the slander doesn't come and take away the bad boys

For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
Pa' la' bad'-bad'-bad' (yeah, yeah, me')
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
Pa' la' mala'-mala'-mala' (a ti se-, a ti se-, a ti se-)

Did you forget all the messages you sent?
You put your mouth on the dm and you sucked me off
You pull forward your dad and your mom
You do whatever it takes, man, to sound

I am Hector Lavoe, the Pacheco Picón
The owner of this thing, catching everything cool
I turn on the private jet and leave everyone killing themselves
She dreamed of me on the plane killing herself
Ah-ah-ah (the pilot), ah-ah-ah (they are moving the plane)

You spit up and it fell on your brain
Everyone wanted to dream with you, now you do it
(You spit up and it fell on your brain.)
Everyone wanted to dream with you, now it's up to you)
Everything I wear is crazy
Everything I wear is crazy

Nobody post the video of where I am
So that the criminal doesn't come and take away the bad boy
(Nobody publishes the video of where I am
So that the slander doesn't come and take away the bad boy)

For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
Pa' la' bad'-bad'-bad' (yeah, yeah, me')
For the bad a playboy, for the grieving a bad boy (hey)
For bad times a playboy, for grieving people a bad boy (but, isn't he a bandit?)
For the bad ones a playboy, for the greedy ones a bad boy (but the reality is that you are a bad one)
For the bad-bad-bad-bad (it's up to you-, it's up to you-, it's up to you-) (three letters, what?)

Today I'm going to the club, I want to drink rum
Rolls-Royce, if you see them braking, you know they are the bad boys
Hey, do you know who the bad boys are?

Yo-yo-yo I'm pitching straight so they can hit it, and it's still a strike
I'm not missing or the twenty-fifth is going to fly out
When I step on paint my closet looks white
I don't know if wearing blood red goes with everything in off-white

I'm her bandit, and she's a bad girl who wants me to detonate submerged
Below 'the water, without mentioning it, is completely cold
Let your husband pay for your blowout and extensions
That's up to him

I ruffle your hair, I enter your water like a diver
Infiltrated as an intruder
Acapella, I never use Trojan
If I put it inside you, I won't let you know and I'll excuse myself (I'm going-I'm going-I'm going, what?)

Today-today-today-today I'm going to the club, I want to drink rum (hehe)
Rolls-Royce, if you see them braking, you know they are the bad boys
Hey, do you know who the bad boys are? ([?], what?)

For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy (three lyrics, eh)
For the bad ones a playboy, for the greedy ones a bad boy (Jezzy, the chef of verses)
For the 'bad'-bad'-bad'-bad' (yeah, yeah, me')

I disappear, number one I appear
It's not that I'm overweight, it's that I'm wearing a vest
This is for the doll and the puppet to dance to
The first one who invested was the table and I thank him for it

And from below, and there are people further down
They are my little enemy and they gave me a job
The neighbor continues to complain about 'the low
Of smoke, of grass, of noise and of relaxation

Snoring outside my house, DICAN stopped me
I was doing it wrong, it seems that they are snitching on me
'They were ripping off a pound that the 'boy' gave me
When I went inside, they almost broke me

Villa Agrico Block, the cramp as a tight
We nailed it in the Retro box
Free pa'l' Bocú, killing time for a kidnapping
We set up a cool route for Villa Mella already on the subway

I'm sorry, I can't tell you
I'm just happy when I have it inside
I have not signed with anyone, they are all mine
And it's not that El Alfa is random, it's that they have no talent

For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
Pa' la' bad'-bad'-bad' (yeah, yeah, me')
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
For the bad one a playboy, for the greti a bad boy
Pa' la' bad'-bad'-bad' (yeah, yeah, me')

(You never matured, neither with a jab nor with carbide)
Pu-pu-puya' neither carbide, pu-puya' neither carbide
You never matured, neither with a jab nor a carbide
Pu-pu-puya' nor carbide, pu-puya' nor carbide)
You never matured, neither by jab nor carbide
That's why they remained tough'