Tamo Lindo (feat. Vakero)

God's favorite son
Ah, alright (hey!)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah

You gotta give me my crew
I made it, since I was a kid I worked hard
Get outta here, you damn hater
'Cause God blesses me, I have faith

My mom's looking good, I put in the effort
Never bent, never stole
Son of God, even a blind man can see that
And we're blessed, fuck you

Now we're looking good
Partying from Monday to Sunday
Oh-oh, oh-oh
It's not the same anymore
The way you handled me, I handle it the same
Oh-oh, oh-oh

So get outta here
Move it along with your problems and your drama
So get outta here
Move it along with your problems and your drama (mm, mm)

I feel great drinking Brugal
Things are going well for me, don’t know about you
With God, I’m going all the way
What they said: He’s not tough, they had to suck it up

I saw your mask
Like Pablo Escobar, I pulled out the notebook
I was busy feeling up a girl
But I spotted you in the Jeep

You’re mad that I’m doing well, you’re mad, I’m at a hundred
I’m dealing with people who have no one to help them
To the haters, we set up a blockade
And I’m flipping the bird even to those who come at me broken

Now we're looking good
Partying from Monday to Sunday
Oh-oh, oh-oh
It's not the same anymore
The way you handled me, I handle it the same
Oh-oh, oh-oh

So get outta here
Move it along with your problems and your drama
So get outta here
Move it along with your problems and your drama (mm, mm)

Here comes the good-looking guy
I’m the cream of the crop, like Pilar and Mingo
The ladies call me Mandingo
I leave all the girls crazy when I sing

I got a holy vibe (uh)
It’s been a while since I could hold back
I leave the jealous ones in tears
I back off, I scare them away

You come with your envy disguised as a sermon
You think you’re gonna earn heaven, fool, without prayer
You think you’re better than me? Damn, what a lion
Have faith, like a Christian, man

So get outta here
Move it along with your problems and your drama
So get outta here
Move it along with your problems and your drama (hahaha, mm, mm)

Vakero
El Mayor
Alofoke Music
DJ Sammy (Sammy!)
Jay Élite

Hey, now I’m gonna leave you with the instrumental
So you remember all that I did for you
And you turned out bad, son of your damn mother, hahaha
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah