T K T (feat. Toni Anzis)

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Ta-ta-ka-ta-ka-ta-ka-ta-ka (round one)

Share the track with your buddy, has a hundred views in a month
Asking why it's not hitting while holding your feet
Eat shit, gold comes to you, doesn't matter if three support you
But don't abandon the one who doesn't care about your fame and just wants to see you well
They were in the office talking about you, wanting to succeed as an artist
But people say they've seen you talking about grazing on Insta, it's obvious

You sack, I gloves
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Ta-ta-ka-ta-ka-ta-ka-ta-ka (round two)

I see a lot of people in the credits, but the video is poorly lit
A lot of technical crew, but the gig is poorly lit
I don't know who deserves credit, but I'm glad it's blowing up
What I'm not happy about is how this manages to deceive people
They were at home talking about you, not nailing it on the track
People have seen you sing your hit, overwhelmed by the tone and not finding it

You sack, I gloves
You sack, I gloves
You sack, I gloves
You sack, I gloves

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They don't fool me or sell me smoke like velvet
Sashimi and salmon sushi for Carrión and Salmerón, at least
And we don't move for less than five zeros and we won't leave without eating you
Pressure gets to them, I just want to mess with you

Toni looks at me while I let it out with a face of What am I doing?
And I don't stop and I don't stop, he says: What a loser, a sicko is born
We're the children of those who have no money and knew how to break through
After the album, don't ask for a collab, I don't record with those who didn't want to do it

They were in class talking about me, that the album looks good
And when I see them say: Enough, I turn up the volume and no one complains
I haven't been on the cover of Billboard, I'm not the star of any magazine
I'm made of a different dough, not the protagonist

Perfect!
You sack, I gloves

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