DOS O TRES

All the songs hitting the top ten
I like bad girls like Alba
Young Kingz, baby
Haha
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For me, it's an honor to be your inspiration
My life’s a movie, the streets want action
They celebrated in heaven when Michael was born
In the tough crowd, my name always comes up

I want at least 500 for a collab
If I like it, I’ll send hearts on Instagram
I’m going in with a condom, I’m going in with a shell
I’m hustling all day, I don’t even know what time it is

When the sun comes up, we’re taking the machines to the water
I don’t talk to rats, they don’t have a word
When I hit the mall, I walk in and they have to close it
The goods have arrived, hit it and stash it

All the songs hitting the top ten
At first, they doubt, underestimate, and don’t believe
Before, I was heading to college writing on the train
Now I go straight to the show after getting off the airplane

In the booth, I feel like an alien
Your favorite listens to me and falls into depression
I’ve been a Young King since I was in the womb
The shorty’s asking me to come through

When I spend money, I don’t think twice
I’m getting used to those $20 bills
Had to do a project for my crazies
LYKE MIKE is a classic, here comes the next one

There are two or three who don’t live it, they just believe it
I’m chilling, easing the stress
With a blunt and a bad girl like the one from Spain
Don’t call, we’ll talk later

There are two or three who don’t live it, they just believe it
I’m chilling, easing the stress
With a blunt and a bad girl like the one from Spain
Don’t call, we’ll talk later

I love bad girls like Alba
In short dresses shaking their ass
With a cowboy hat, she rides me
I’m the one who makes their adventures bitter

Jeremy de León in Madrid out of the cage
You can feel the animal instinct in the aura
I like to execute while the commentator narrates
Playing hard where the sneakers get tied

I move on the tracks like in the field, Leandro Antonetti
I’ve got Puerto Rico in my genetics
The bills in the club falling slow look like confetti
Where I step, that’s fertile ground

They ask for a photo, and I say: Quick, take a selfie
When I grab a ticket, the ladies see me as sexy
My crazies in braids and dreadlocks like Fara and Fresy
They’re lit up like Kiko El Crazy

Now I go to bed later and wake up earlier
I apply the discipline of Leonel and Cristiano
I’m not here for delays or distractions, let’s check it
Keep it mafia gangster style like The Sopranos

You know it’s ZaZa by the smoke we blow
You’re nothing to me, girl, I don’t want claims
I don’t follow trends, we set the flow
Rolling with three hundred just like the Spartans

There are two or three who don’t live it, they just believe it
I’m chilling, easing the stress
With a blunt and a bad girl like the one from Spain
Don’t call, we’ll talk later

There are two or three who don’t live it, they just believe it
I’m chilling, easing the stress
With a blunt and a bad girl like the one from Spain
Don’t call, we’ll talk later

Haha, ah
We’ll talk later, motherfucker
Myke
What?
Young Kingz, baby, -y, -y