VIP (feat. Feid y Ryan Castro)

To the dark where you can't see
They can't talk about what they can't see
Today we went out with the Duracell
Without sweating, I already erased it

The cats already felt the pressure
They lit up ganjah and drank alcohol
To get in they need the connection
I don't see them

It's not the numbers, it's that the cats dance, they live it
The crew entering from behind and everyone lining up
We're in the spot, we're in the spotlight
Put away the toys, we're going to the Mila

We did this to mess around, to dance
To get in, to grind
To rub against your jeans, to go viral
The style, the bars want to copy them
They want to throw themselves here, but here it doesn't work

When my crew arrives, see, there is no similarity
A lot of darkness in the background, I turned off the light
The girls on the dance floor, Hollywood actresses
Me and my exorcists are going to get the spirit out

They twist, but here we are still solid
I am the stop, the greatest, the phenomenon
They call me Dexter because I'm shaking the chemical
I only see purple, I'm a damn colorblind

After the bed we're going to the floor, candy
What else do I do, if you have that sweet ass?
Working like a dog to live like Bob Melo
Throwing punchlines they call me Canelo

The cats are lit up in the club
They light up ganjah, drink alcohol, hey
Us in VIP with the pressure
In a dance, the bottle service

The cats are lit up in the club
They light up ganjah, drink alcohol, hey
Us in VIP with the pressure
In a dance, the bottle service, hey

The bandits arrived in style
With the neck below zero and a couple of zeros in the account
Angels that we stole from heaven
Dancing and moving their asses, almost breaking the floor

A downpour of bills in the whorehouse
The iron at the waist, cowboy flow
A madness, I have the toughest baby
Her boyfriend put on Aventura, but she likes the rapper

The cats are lit up in the club
They light up ganjah, drink alcohol, hey
Us in VIP with the pressure
In a dance, the bottle service

The cats are lit up in the club
They light up ganjah, drink alcohol, hey
Us in VIP with the pressure
In a dance, the bottle service, hey

Ah, yeah; mommy, your rudeboy has arrived
Ask for whatever you want, baby, I'm here
The whole crew with Los Bro and Totoy
We passed the straight and your boyfriend didn't even make it

The street is hot with the sound I bring
No diamonds or chains, it's the music that I'm worth
We crowned, we're out of the mud
The whores modeling in heels like tango

Ah, they don't reach these levels anymore
From club to club filling the pockets with papers
We don't believe in women because none are faithful
And I'm not your boyfriend, baby, so don't celebrate me, yeah

Codeine, hashish
Mint and rose flavored cigarette for the nose
The competition sucks me and keeps saying please
I made it easy for them, but they didn't pass the quiz, uh

The cats are lit up in the club
They light up ganjah, drink alcohol, hey
Us in VIP with the pressure
In a dance, the bottle service

The cats are lit up in the club
They light up ganjah, drink alcohol, hey
Us in VIP with the pressure
In a dance, the bottle service, hey

Hey, El Locario from Clan and El Rastaman
Natan and Shander, Los Bro, with Totoy El Frío, Feid and Ryan
Sky Breaking the Bass
Tell me, SOG
Tell me, Fénix
Yeah, I'm a king of dancehall
Yeah, with Los Bro and Totoy
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