Vamos a Ver (feat. Franky Style)

Yeah, Rrr
Haha, Yeah, Yeah

Let's see how many trappers at once
Today MDB kills it with pen and paper
From teacher to the cartel, from every rose to the carnation
Sex in my hotel with high-level cats, the 17 on the skin
I have the honey, all looking for a faithful one and I'm looking for the cake

I stumbled but then I got up, multiplied and crowned
Now my partner speaks to me in English, euros or dollars don't bother me
And like the time he lowered it to the Cordoban, he lowered it at the end of the month
I don't answer the phone, I avoid stress
I don't show my face, I avoid that judge

It's the MDB
Always killing the league, always lowering the line
Always fattening the envy of people who suffer if Mero jokes and lives like a nigga
In the jacuzzi with 2 Rosarinas, 4 roses and a gram of Cristina
The most bandit of all Argentina
My lyrics a meter that always hurts

I'm with your bitch like other bitches, they want caviar not ceviche
Cookin the kitchen the chicken, in the hustle we're gonna be richies
Now man, look at your Nikes full of mud, because you have to make cash anyway
And here it doesn't rain bills but lead, changing the chip in case they tap the phone

I take by take I explain the story, the idea is to ignore the haters
And always remain in memory
Happy moments, sad moments and euphoria seeking glory
Man... Fuck the money for my black people but we don't like to walk

I don't walk with bodyguards, I'm not gonna be a rat
Always to evolve, I'm not gonna deceive you, I don't know if I can change
I have a lot to deal with, many who want to hate
Family to support is my duty, money is power

Tonight the pillow you're gonna bite, at dawn the bitch chauffeur
I'm very romantic, listen to my lexicon
I'm high as a kite in Mexico
They point out mistakes, don't applaud my success, I don't care, a unique dream is a whole ritual, clone sublingual
Tell me if it's wrong to be an animal, not being able to fit into social norms

Go and tell your mom I'm a crazy fucker wrapped in flames
Go and tell your mom I'm smoking chocolate in branch with my buddies
Talking about women and gold, I'm not a boy scout mommy, I'm the wolf
I tell you straight up even though I wear Lacoste and sometimes Polo

They want to be pure cholos, pure chivolos, this toast now only with me
The golden Homer already looks like a fiolo
Goes with a big gun, break the piston bro
Stay in the stands watching my achievements, all these rappers see me as an ogre
And I rap, I charge and double it... Sorry bitch, I don't want obstacles anymore
MDB

Trap in the chest, dove, I already took it out of my zone
Now they offer me business because I'm the partner who always crowns
If they kill me, my clique kills you, all your crew is from a small team
Poor people who need real crews not these little angels

Sumo plays in our room while she feels the pressure
The jeweler put a gram of diamond on the handle of the gun
My family is a serious matter, and I'm a series bandit
For me your lyrics are a mystery, pure fantasy, lack of judgment

Let's see how many trappers at once
Today MDB kills it with pen and paper
From teacher to the cartel, from every rose to the carnation
Sex in my hotel with high-level cats, the 17 on their skin
I have the honey, all looking for a faithful one and I'm looking for the cake
It's the MDB

MDB Crew
Giving class as always for now
Sosa