Don Dimadon (feat. Remp y Victor Mendivil)

With the terrorists, -ta', -ta', -ta', -ta', -ta'
With—, -ta', -ta', -ris—
-Ta', -ta', -ta', -ta', -ta', -ta'
With the terrorists'

White rose, white rose
Oh, I feel it going down my throat
Pure Dior they see me and Moncler
The little perfume is what your woman brings
Snapping ligaments, weapons and Moëts
The tequilas are to take care of, they just don't see them
Don Dimadon and also Timmy Turner
Because I bring godparents who are the ones who bring the cones
God willing she is a maiden, smokes pure interior
Little panty Christian Dior

I put her on all fours and thanked God
I thanked God (God, God, God, God)
Whatever, we're kids (God, God, God, God)
Whatever, we're kids (God, God, God, God)

With the terrorists
Like terrorists we go in convoys
If it's about work, equipped with the big Barrett
A hood on the face, vests and a helmet
Well sponsored at the order of the boss

Don Dimadon, let a corrido sound
In the mountains let the sound resound
I'm all flashy, they see me in armored cars or sometimes toasting
With those little bottles that all the cats show off

I spend the greens, I easily win them
Uncover the Doradas, up with the Zambadas
Up with the Zambadas (Óscar Maydon)
Don Dimadon, let a corrido sound
In the mountains let the sound resound

I'm all flashy, they see me in armored cars, sometimes toasting
With those little bottles that all the cats show off
I spend the greens, I easily win them
Uncover the Doradas, up with the Zambadas
Up with the Zambadas (with the terrorists)

I take her hitting in the city because here I command
Like Cosmo I move green, and from the rose Wanda
The buttocks bounce when she goes crazy
She gets excited with the weed when she mounts my dick

Chains with Gucci cut, Cubans that I grab
Urus Lamborghini, new toys with Brando
My clique moves in caravans and in Suzuki
I bring very good dust, pure chucky pussy

A ZaZa for the route if I pull a dune
Pure J, make it rich, hush molasses the fortune
They see me well equipped, always all fierce
I ate some polka dots to see blurry

Tra-tra-tra-tas, I always want more
They pull in private, pull over here
Tra-tra-tra-tas, I'm in generate mode
I spend the bales with Mazatlán Barbies

Don Dimadon, let a corrido sound
In the mountains let the sound resound
I'm all flashy, they see me in armored cars, sometimes toasting
With those little bottles that the cats show off

With the government pending, the hot land
They wanted to comb me, but I peeled off
Demon in the media, they see me with them
And oh, oh, they saw them around
They come chested, they look like soldiers
And oh, oh, they saw them pass
In a mess throughout the capital

And she wants pink, she's in Barbie mode
With her bandits she goes shopping in an Audi
She tells me I'm crazy and I answer: Maybe
Because I can't decide and I always bring my two babies

Don Dimadon, let a corrido sound
In the mountains let the sound resound
I'm all flashy, they see me in armored cars, sometimes toasting
With those little bottles that all the cats show off
That all the cats show off

And his buddy Óscar Maydon
And it's rich or dead, old, uh!
Ó-Ó-Ó-Óscar Maydon