La Movie

Nobody believes you, not even your Instagram
You're not a millionaire and neither streetwise
I'm like this, asshole, I'm not gonna change
Always real, but I don't trust anyone

If you're real, keep your word
A man backs up what he says
Apply the saying of the barking dog
Asshole, you can't fool anyone
No matter how hard you try from the heart
A pig always shows up and turns into a piglet
(Pig)
These motherfuckers run in packs
Come out, assholes, your season has arrived
They act humble, like worms
And someone in good faith lends a hand
They complain that no one helps them
But when they succeed, they don't even greet you
Now everyone's streets, what's that?
If illegally they haven't even looked for a dollar
Say what you want, be careful with that
You can't even solve your friends' problems
Lights, camera, action
I see another ass-kisser in training
Snoring about tickets and weapons
And thinks he's the artist of the moment
They claim to be loyal, but to be loyal you have to prove yourself
And even though loyalty isn't signed on paper (Hey)
Asshole, this confirms it

Yeah, yeah
Assholes, cut the crap
Everyone knows who you are already, yeah
Assholes, cut the crap
You front and have nothing, yeah
Assholes, cut the crap
Everyone knows who you are already, yeah
Assholes, cut the crap
You front and have nothing
Have nothing, yeah

Many talk about loyalty without knowing it
They can't keep it because they're not real
For me, let every useless asshole die
For me, let them die, I remain firm
The monastery, there's poison for your arteries
Your life is a comedy and I own the fair
Fake singers will die, where they come from they'll go
Black and white the ying yang, the R will shoot you down, I
Fame drives them crazy
Rats are rats, I'm not wrong
Suck my dick, better wipe your nose
Suck it, motherfucker, I'm gonna give you a few
Don't ignore your fate
He's walking with a gun to death
I'm crazy to see you
To take off your headphones through the front glass
I kill falsehood and bury hypocrisy
We're still active, what?
Ñengo trusts no one
Ñengo clears the comb and empties it
Artists of lies, don't get frustrated
I'm coming for you, there will be adjustments
Even if an army recruits, come execute
What will we see when the AK goes crazy

Yeah, yeah
Assholes, cut the crap
Everyone knows who you are already, yeah
Assholes, cut the crap
You front and have nothing, yeah
Assholes, cut the crap
Everyone knows who you are already, yeah
Assholes, cut the crap
You front and have nothing
Have nothing, yeah

I'm driving a sports Mercedes
I'm with two motherfuckers who are impulsive
Hunting a couple of fugitive piglets that got away from me
But they're more dead than alive
What I live, I almost never write
And what I write, I almost never live
What I'm looking for is an excuse, a reason
To drag them tied to the stirrups
My car is paid off, my house is paid off
And these colleagues fighting over skirts
The singer sucks me off
The backup singer, the DJ, and even your bodyguard
With me, avoid the clash because I already have the pose to get you
Asshole, you and your boss know me
Don't make me put the twelve in your mouth
They see me and break ranks, ah
I've never run for batteries in my life
Leave the tide calm
My crew is mine, motherfucker, yours you rent
I recommend you ask for help
Flores won't even take you, the widow
Keep betting on the Saint and Buddha
Until the hurricane shakes you (Pusho)

Yeah, yeah
Assholes, cut the crap
Everyone knows who you are already, yeah
Assholes, cut the crap
You front and have nothing, yeah
Assholes, cut the crap
Everyone knows who you are already, yeah
Assholes, cut the crap
You front and have nothing
Have nothing, yeah

El Bokisucio, Luigi 21 Plus
Bad Bunny, Ñengo Flow
Luigi
Pusho
The MVP
Montana The Producer
Fran Fusion
The Illusions, Doble A, Nales
The Presidents
You know about us, motherfuckers