PAM (feat. Daddy Yankee y El Alfa)

I have a note (boss)
He confronted me and I passed him the smoke mouth to mouth (DY)
And what he said that he wouldn't be with me, no way
They play the music and it clashes with my booty
Tonight it's her turn

When I hit her, it sounds bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
And the guns go bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
You already know the saying, frán, frán, frán, frán
Here we shut it up and pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam
(Daddy, Daddy, c'mon)

When I greet them, it's Richard Millie and not Jacob
And even though I didn't have money for a Seiko
Even the Americans know me, they say: Hey, bro!
Are you going to continue? I say: Yes, it's the take over

Number 1, from Russia to the USA
Jhayco, we have the stones in the Medusa
My G, when I hear Karol G
I remember (brr) sweeping away all the Tusa

I started chipping away like bam-bam-bam
That oven, in the morning, asks for bread-bread-bread
Like snow when it boils, I'm a crack-crack-crack
And if Darell plays, it goes ra-ta-ta-tá (fire)

Crazy
They play the music and it clashes with my booty
Tonight it's her turn

When I hit her, it sounds bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
And the guns go bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
You already know the saying, frán, frán, frán, frán
Here we shut it up and pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam

I'm with my crew, not the church's
Eating fettuccine, walking around Venice
You don't have amnesia, don't play dumb
I'm like Rolex, never depreciating

Vodka, pipe, and a chick
You're hotter than Dua Lipa
A liposuction for the chick
So she looks hot

Vodka, pipe, and a chick
You're hotter than Dua Lipa
A liposuction for the chick
So she looks hot

She's the one who sets the tone when she arrives at the block
Piles of women in tachycardia and suffocation
Move it all, mommy, don't stop for anything
Give me some bread, your husband is nothing

Bim-bim-bim, bam-bam-bam
Move it hard, you're not from this clan
In the VIP, my crew pops the champagne
I don't have to ask for it, they give it to me

Hit the wall, hit the wall
Hit the wall, pam-pam
Hit the wall, hit the wall
Hit the wall, pam-pam

When I hit her, it sounds bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
And the guns go bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
You already know the saying, frán, frán, frán, frán
Here we shut it up and pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam

(Are you ready?)

Vodka, vodka, vodka
Vodka, vodka, vodka
Vodka-ka, vod-vodka
Vodka, vodka, vodka

Ay, Justin Quiles, mommy
The animal, the criminal, the best
Daddy Yankee, the boss
Controlling from Miami
Rich Music, El Alfa (vodka)
Tell me, Maffio (pipe and a chick)
J Quiles (you're hotter than Dua Lipa)
We never talk (a liposuction for the chick)
If I tell you the bad, it keeps you hopeful (so she looks hot)

When I hit her, it sounds bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
And the guns go (boss, the ultimate leader)
Pam, pam (DY, the boss of bosses)
You already know the saying, frán, frán, frán, frán (fire)
Tell me Flow (fire)
Here we shut it up and pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam-pam

Pam!
Are you ready?