No Se Piken

Marcianeke
Bigcvyu

Some people don't like me
Because everyone likes me
And what do they know about problems, if I'm the problematic one
I hit you like a lunatic, there's a lot of drugs and no trafficking

I liked you, even though I'm unfriendly
How does it feel to be hit by a Magic Flyte?
Don't confuse my full plastic with your plastic
I have the style, don't panic

My dancing leaves you tragic
So I give it to you cursed
And bring it all to you
After breaking your ass, ah

Don't get mad
In the hood they listen to me, the chicken boys
My style doesn't come out even if they don't imitate
I release ecstasy, I rap and you melt
I give it to you until your legs shake

Don't get mad
In the hood they listen to me, the chicken boys
My style doesn't come out even if they don't imitate
I release ecstasy, I rap and you melt
I give it to you until your legs shake

Dancing with bigcvyu
If I were you, I'd shut up
To give you my money, I don't even rehearse
Smoke fine with me, with pure Paraguayan
Now I watch her, while I have a Kunstmann Torobayo
Eat it even with mayo, snorting ketamine, horse
Like graffiti, I don't give a damn, I'll tag you

I fuck you, I don't fail you
I'm not McQueen
But they hear me and say lightning, ah

Move while I roll it
I'm with many, but sometimes alone
We look alike even though we're from different poles
Don't mess with me, I lose control
We're rapping for the choreography
Tell me who owns it, I'll place it
Give it all, you lost it, but it bounced back, ah
It's me who made it crazy
We're blessed, but in bed the devil was summoned
He wanted to do it but crashed

Don't get mad
In the hood they listen to me, the chicken boys
My style doesn't come out even if they don't imitate
I release ecstasy, I rap and you melt
I give it to you until your legs shake

Don't get mad
In the hood they listen to me, the chicken boys
My style doesn't come out even if they don't imitate
I release ecstasy, I rap and you melt
I give it to you until your legs shake

Ah
Bigcvyu
Marcianeke
What do they know about style if we are the style
So I don't give them the time of day
Meanwhile, I throw you the rhyme
(Prr, prr)