En La Lenta

I put on my outfit, I bathe in perfume
My diamond-studded Technomarine
A lot of money footprint on my chain, showing off
The girls adore me (the prince), without me giving them wings (Farruko)
I easily win comfortably, even if they talk bad about me
(let's go come on come on)

I go out chilling in the slow lane
Dude, a lot of clothing
Girl, I've lost count
If this were a kiosk
You would pay my rent

If this were a kiosk, I would be the boss, you shooters
Turn up the volume, you're listening to the best
Don't even try because you won't be like us
I'm a stallion, this is not a supermoto league
This is from a melon up and welcome to the sect
The Hayabusa hits 240 on the straight
The girls stick to me because I have the money
to go on a cruise all year
... Urba, you feel me? that's my life!
I'm waiting to be out of the hood
With the crew, my girl and the forty-five
Crazy to come out to unplug your projects
All the artist, Snow White, the insects bru

I go out chilling in the slow lane
Dude, a lot of clothing
Girl, I've lost count
If this were a kiosk
You would pay my rent

Welcome to the 'new yores'
Heating up blocks, don't lose focus
We erase your stamp so that mine fits you
24-77 with all the fuletes
The Mercedes with a cabinet system, homeboy
I don't wear a vest, I don't get into anything, I'm always clean
I sprint around your ranch
The BMW cold as an igloo
Crazy to catch you and your whole crew, you're murder
Girls in Miami, girls in Medellin
You rooster, before we collapse the macaw
Don't forget that we control the terrain
A skate and we put the brakes on you, me and Farru

I put on my outfit, I bathe in perfume
My diamond-studded Technomarine
A lot of money footprint on my chain, showing off
The girls adore me, without me giving them wings
I easily win comfortably, even if they talk bad about me

I go out chilling in the slow lane
Dude, a lot of clothing
Girl, I've lost count
If this were a kiosk
You would pay my rent