Fuego, fuego (feat. Recycled J)

Children of the Ruin, baby

I have the certainty of someone who is right
Asere, what's up? Sugar and flavor
Pound by pound, line by line
I'm beluga caviar, eel, and ham
In the studio, you're tough, you want to set the standard
If you see me, you're short of time to ask for forgiveness
And when you're on top, everyone has an opinion
But the hyenas shut up when the lion roars
And what happened? (What happened), things get ugly
If I tell you what I've seen, it's normal that you don't believe me
We are predators, fighting roosters
I mean, hmm, shit got lit
True shit, I uncork one in the jacuzzi (jacuzzi)
Diamonds in the sky like Lucy (like Lucy)
What would I be without music? (Without music)
What would I be without your pussy?

Auu
The photos and the screams when I arrive
If you want to hit, I'll hit you
Do you like to chill? I have ice
Do you like to burn? Fire, fire

Auu
The photos and the screams when I arrive
Old dogs, but new tricks
My word and my balls
Call the firefighters, fire, fire

I'm moving pieces like Nicky Santoro
With diamonds instead of eyes if I appear in a photo
I fail to remember everything I drink
But if I forget a line, they finish it in chorus
I buy gold, they're selling the story
I don't believe that movie, better tell it to someone else
I go hard in a reggaeton rhythm
But if you come to the show, you'll see mosh pits, not dancers
I come out of my lethargy, free and with charges
We like to celebrate, like Amargo
If you want, I'll dance a chotis and a tango for you (ole)
You know ours is a two-person thing, like a Lambo (shh)
I look from the box, everything's okay from here (okay)
Among the smoke in the club, my chain is shining
Now the groupies crowd at the backstage door
But we come from below like Pennywise, hey

Auu
The photos and the screams when I arrive
If you want to hit, I'll hit you
Do you like to chill? I have ice
Do you like to burn? Fire, fire

Auu
The photos and the screams when I arrive
Old dogs, but new tricks
My word and my balls
Call the firefighters, fire, fire

I was born in Madrid, that's why I go hard
I'm Recycled J, I'm starting to feel like J Balvin
With Fer and Gonza who are my Wisin and Yandel
With Gareta and Kiddo like Luny Tunes and Tainy
Italian brands on the floor and on the bed
I grew up with Carmona, but it wasn't the one from Ketama
Guitars and scales, like Triana
Sana-na-na-na-na-na-na
Smoking a kush that leaves me Beetlejuice
Wine with ragu and you with a McRoyal Deluxe
Be careful with me, I spend a lot of cash
Put on your Air Max, take off the Jimmy Choos
I go hard on your sugar mommy
I build an empire, but it's not Armani
With a model who looks like Kylie
Icy on the neck and smiley on the glass, yeah

Auu
The photos and the screams when I arrive
If you want to hit, I'll hit you
Do you like to chill? I have ice
Do you like to burn? Fire, fire

Auu
The photos and the screams when I arrive
Old dogs, but new tricks
My word and my balls
Call the firefighters, fire, fire