Como Si Nah (feat. KEVVO, Dalex y Arcángel)

Like nothing, baby
Yeih
Arcángel, for the b*tch!
Auh!

How do I feel? Like a Yankee with Gasoline
Juan Luis Guerra and La Bilirrubina
You pitch, I'm Yadier Molina
I frisk them all, baby, like nothing

Like nothing, like nothing (like nothing; no)
Ma', I want to give it to you, but with nothing (ah, ah)
The flirting stuck to the horn
Inside the club, we walk around with sticks on us

Like nothing (like nothing), like nothing (like nothing)
Ma', I want to give it to you, but with nothing
The flirting stuck to the horn (okay, Arcangel, for the b*tch)
Inside the club, we walk around with sticks on us

We're on another level, no need for gasoline
I'm a plane, I use kerosene
I don't mess around with anyone, here no one has a say
You don't believe me?
And on top, and I'm not talking about the mustache
Cute and shiny, I look like a gold bar
The years go by and the pot fills up more
Causing your girl to get excited
Why compare, if you all don't step up?
Getting into everything with kicks like in Tekken
Holy God, making their women sin
I have my university, no need for scholarships (Arcangel, for the b*tch)

It's not my fault if they leave with me, they leave
It's because you all don't give it right
If they front, we mount them in the van, van
And they won't be found again
Flirting, the night is good for a shootout
Where the f*ck are these bastards?
I don't know if it's because of the shades, I can't see them
(These bastards think I don't know about this)

How do I feel? Like a Yankee with Gasoline
Juan Luis Guerra and La Bilirrubina
You pitch, I'm Yadier Molina
I frisk them all, baby, like nothing

Like nothing, like nothing (like nothing; no)
Ma', I want to give it to you, but with nothing (ah, ah)
The flirting stuck to the horn
Inside the club, we walk around with sticks on us (on us)

Like nothing, like nothing (like nothing, baby)
Ma', I want to give it to you, but with nothing (yah)
The flirting stuck to the horn
Inside the club, we walk around with sticks on us

(KEVVO-KEVVO-KEVVO; b*tch)

In the Moschino, from the DJ the R-Sport
The dolls cold like in New York
I have the iPhone blowing up with booty calls
Yours has stayed a couple of times at my resort
Smoking cristina, 602 is the medicine
A z and a gallon of codeine
Thanks to me, we always have them on us
And the ice on my neck doesn't melt with the weather
I'm Offset and you're Cardi
I'm going to make you twerk
Let's go to the brothel to spend today
The MasterCard never declines
And with your boyfriend, we're going to break in the new stick, b*tch (tell me, Quiles)

How do I feel? Like a Yankee with Gasoline
Juan Luis Guerra and La Bilirrubina
You pitch, I'm Yadier Molina
I frisk them all, baby, like nothing

Like nothing, like nothing (like nothing; no)
Ma', I want to give it to you, but with nothing (ah, ah)
The flirting stuck to the horn
Inside the club, we walk around with sticks on us (on us)

Like nothing (like nothing), like nothing (like nothing)
Ma', I want to give it to you, but with nothing
The flirting stuck to the horn (okay)
Inside the club, we walk around with sticks on us (on us)