TAMO CHELO (remix) (feat. Callejero Fino, Juanka y L-Gante)

(Ah, now yes, bro)
This is the remix

I don't go down with money, nor with weed
They know we go hard like puppies
Night comes, the tape erases me
The rich and the thugs hear me

And the girls call me, we're cool
Taking notes from Flippy, we're cool
That cat hates because we're cool
And at full speed, know it

It's 4:20 cumbia for the black ones
The girls want a party in the motel
With the millionaires' crew, we're really high
And if the girls agree, we're cool

I don't go down with money and I don't want to
What I want is a girl who moves it and we're cool
I also want a jug with wine and lots of ice
And if it goes bad, let it go bad, we're cool

The hitwomen call me, we're cool
They want to come down to the neighborhood, we're cool
The millionaires' crew, we're cool
We're cool

If we're not in a Bora, we're in a Vento
Polarized windows, real kidnapping style
For the fools, bursts, they know I don't lie
We're cool

(Listen, for the rocha', kisses, and for the fools, bursts)

Slowly, mommy, slowly
I give you tirelessly and I feel like grabbing your straight hair
Slowly, mommy, slowly
I give you tirelessly and I feel like grabbing your straight hair

With twelve million in hand
I start super heavy, really active, super ready, I know they talk about me
But EL NOBA called me, to turn off their movie
Because if I'm not there, the remix isn't the same
The girl asks for a tour, if you wanted war, I'm already here, start and throw
That satire doesn't lie, I'm looking for my Elvira, the girl asks for a tour

(Juanka)

I'm smoking with the guys
Mommy, I'm hot, I come from the Caribbean
I like it when you follow me
They play music at the club and you live it up

Cumbia with reggaeton, a salon twerk
I stain your pants with one condition
That after this you leave me your address
Or at least give me your WhatsApp for a connection

So that people abound, don't confuse me
Tell your cat not to sail in deep waters
So that the little boat doesn't sink
I'm with the thugs and they all back me up

And we have a great time, I go out at night and come back in the morning
Move your waist slowly like a gypsy
The baby looks pretty, like porcelain
Billie Eilish's eyes with Rihanna's body

If the girls call me, we're cool
She tagged me on her boobs, we're cool
She moves the chair, we're cool
We're cool

Even entering the dark, the picket is always noticeable
The thugs who melted Ticketek got together
She bought a Kawasaki and wants to drift
If they shoot at her, she'll shoot back, she'll hold up

We're cool, you're doing challenges
Elian taught them the alphabet and I the vowels
A-E-I-O-U, goes to the gym to get a nice butt, uh
A-E-I-O-U goes to the gym to get a nice butt

Do an Evatest on your lady
Because at the party I picked her up
I partied with her, stuffed her with her friend
Stop, stop, DT, don't go

Filling the parties always with weed
With alcohol and drugs, we go to the party
Doesn't drink Campari, drinks Jack Dani
Wants taki-taki, always for the chapi-ta

Here we use Nike, don't buy with Fila
All those cats, I have them in line
A lot of coke, a lot of weed until dawn
Cumbia 4:20 for the black ones and La Mafilia

It's EL NOBA and it sounds familiar, so your girl moves it
With humility and respect, I represent Varela
A couple of my friends who stand up for me
Step by step, slowly, you know I teach them

We're cool here, the girls are all in heat
With a joint and a jug with ice
With EL NOBA we're always cool
The mafia to your crew, takes it off the flight

And ready, I carry a fancy and small gun
Because the military use 9mm
I explain, all my buddies are cursed
I'm from the rich, I apply it, I shake it since I was a kid

They know I don't compete and I'm ready for crime
My buddies are lazy and they're getting into trouble
Flying low, step by step
From the street, I don't quit, even if I have a few bucks, ah

Move it nicely so I send it, girl
I'm throwing style, I'm throwing looks
I make your girl shake her butt
Don't come to cut the vibe because we'll chop it right away

Cumbia 4:20 for the black ones

As it should be, I send snow to the weed
Look at your buddy, he's out of it
As it should be, I send snow to the weed
Look at your buddy, he's out of it

Yah-yah-yah-yah
Juanka
We're cool
Argentina and Puerto Rico
Cumbia 4:20 for the black ones
EL NOBA, DT. Bilardo, buddy
Maxi El Brother, for
The mafia, Kriterio Music
Kaleb Di Masi, baby
I'm CF, mommy
This is the remix