La Maria (feat. Anuel AA)

Eh
The Gods
Brrr
Brrrrr
On the left wrist, the Nadal,
And on the right, the Buga Wason,
This is not worth a hundred thousand,
A lot of money Michael Jackson
My eyes red behind the glasses,
I am the god of trap,
The king of trap,
Mufasa
Brrr
//The police came down on us,
Throw away La Maria,
I got that woman who is very rich
In my house,
The short one under the hoodie,
I always walk in mine
I'll bring you roses for your funeral,
Bastard, it's not Rosalia//
The police came down on us,
My bad, what a mess,
A Z for a cold one,
My bitches arrived
Clandestine flow,
In the van an armory,
Jeh
A melon,
For whoever falls here, they trust
To hunt you down there are the Kias,
For the donkeys there are the tracks,

Jeh
There's no need to get upset,
So bought even the guides
They front with balls,
With what the bank lends them,
The Gods in the street,
A hundred melons, guarantee
The police came down on us, the police came down on us,
I'm on the iron, with the stick my bad,
Throw away La Maria, the police came down on us,
The Gods came out, flow I'm in mine
//The police came down on us,
Throw away La Maria,
I got that woman who is very rich
In my house,
The short one under the hoodie,
I always walk in mine
I'll bring you roses for your funeral,
Bastard, it's not Rosalia//
Fuck you mean,
This is not Robitussin,
This is lean,
A damn drug trafficking,
As if I'm from Medellin
Michael Phelps swimming in money,
In the bank I have eight zeros,
Really, bastard,
If you want a photo, bastard,
change your whole uniform
The lack of money,
Is the root of all evil,
I'm gonna dribble, the money,
Don't come to guard
You snoring like a big shot,
And you're just a nobody,
I had to come,
Because they wanted to see the boss
There's someone in heaven,
Who loves to test my damn patience,
The day God handed out balls,
You were absent
And they talk shit behind my back,
Because they respect my presence face to face,
And the day I was born,
They celebrated in the heavens for my existence
The police came down on us,
Throw away La Maria,
I got that woman who is very rich
In my house,
The short one under the hoodie,
I always walk in mine
I'll bring you roses for your funeral,
Bastard, it's not Rosalia