Quién
Eme MalaFe
Who
Who's going to come to stop
Who wants to party
We go out to the bull, I pull and I stop
I'm dressed up, my Glock, the 30, behind is my crew
Who's going to come to stop
Who wants to party
We go out to the bull, I pull and I stop
I'm dressed up, my Glock, the 30, behind is my crew
MalaFe arrives, the one in charge arrives
I raise my hand, they shout 'wacanda'
They bring out the pipes, they collect the round
All my gang, my criminal people
I'm a big shot, I step on it
Just good hits, we were the rat
I have plenty of asses, the cats rain on me
My grandpa must be proud
Brrr uncle, I came for the money
Eme smiles, he gets excited
Mine, the kid is a pain
I swear this one's for my girl
Since I was a kid, I cut the grass short
I'm the same as Jordan the pirate
Eme is hung like a horse
I arrive and you hear ratatatata
Who's going to come to stop
Who wants to party
We go out to the bull, I pull and I stop
I'm dressed up, my Glock, the 30, behind is my crew
Who's going to come to stop
Who wants to party
We go out to the bull, I pull and I stop
I'm dressed up, my Glock, the 30, behind is my crew
Your gang are punks, mine are inmates
Your kid the loyal one, he's the one who put them
The tuned clamp, I don't even tighten it
They call me 'the hand of God', they call me 'furry'
As far as it goes and I cross them
They know they're not competition, pay the course
You paid for the ass, I'm the one who uses it
His dude is Putin and he's not even Russian
If they touch mine, yours die
If they touch mine, yours die
This is out of respect, not pride
I made a call and they did their thing
We're different from the black sorullo
Their bitches, I'm the one who cuddles them
It burned them, put on your condom
They know I never run from beatings
I arrived and stood firm
They know I'm not going to give up
They want to fight for the place
I'll definitely take some before I leave
I arrived and stood firm, firm, firm
MalaFe Fe arrives
All my gang, my criminal people
MalaFe Fe arrives
Who's going to come to stop
Who wants to party
We go out to the bull, I pull and I stop
I'm dressed up, my Glock, the 30, behind is my crew
Who's going to come to stop
Who wants to party
We go out to the bull, I pull and I stop
I'm dressed up, my Glock, the 30, behind is my crew
