LOGI (feat. L-Gante y Homer El Mero Mero)

(Ah, now, bro)
Perro Primo, the one who coughs, eh
The Main Main, eh

For all those who didn't believe and didn't expect it
There are a couple in line who were left facing
I didn't pay attention, always making my move
With a cold beer and my buddy trimming branches

If they already know I'm going for everything
You shake hands and the dude grabs your elbow
I want the Mercedes and a kilo of gold around my neck
No one can stop us, I have the cage for the parrots

They didn't trust me, I shut them up
I gave it to your girl, I kissed her
To the joint, I contaminated it with hash
I know your crew, they're all thugs

I enter fancy, like Toretto
I go all in, stay still
If you're my grandson, no more kidnapping
Different from the rest of the bunch

Money from all countries
I always wanted it, no one can step on us
They contradict themselves, they call me slow
I don't know what they're saying, speak better

The thugs are hanging a Falcon
I come from Santa Laura, now I want a mansion
Smoke a flare with a girl in Kingston
And never forget that my neighborhood is Morón

Main (eh, ah)
Show them cool what we do

I woke up with a chick on top
With money on me, with joints on me
I went to the corner, to get some vitamins
The purest, the finest

And I have a madness, shooting up
Too much height to count the top
I'm throwing money, with my buddy
When I go to Rodríguez, they activate marijuana

I have a lot of things to do to think about tomorrow
We're making money all week
And spending, if they look for me, I'm celebrating
I'm always in a rush, dodging the command

A couple of long chicks are waiting for me
With the cash counted and the branch hanging
For his birthday, he gets loaded in the fort
We hit him so hard that he lives hot

And he doesn't suffer if he fulfills
He lights it on the bridge
With the crowd
Crosses the continent to the north

Eh
We're going for a while to be with the SW4
Three rows of seats, a couple of thieves
I'm ready to screw a chick on all fours

We endure the outburst
Face to face like dogs for the cats
They die to have contact
Because here is all the note

What they throw doesn't bounce back
The flap doesn't explode
Your boyfriend doesn't stir things up
And we nail it naked

If we went to Rodríguez
With the paint they put on
We give it to those who trust
And we stay in the west

Respect to the one who threw the good
The one who tops it, keep it up
And to the jealous chicks
I'm going to look at them from above

Ten centimeters from the top
With the springs in the shoe
Like Zorro without the cape
In a tornado always escapes

Tired of laundering money
Little shovel and a lot of cash
Your buddies mess up
And we load the truck

The flowers from my pot
I already smoked it all
I have chasquibum and BR
For anyone who messes with us

For those who say they can handle it
Let them come and face the challenge
I put his girl in the apartment
I start it and don't comment

I introduce you to the masters
So you can learn a little from this
Cumbia 4-20 for the black ones

They didn't trust me, I shut them up
I gave it to your girl, I kissed her
To the joint, I contaminated it with hash
I know your crew, they're all thugs

I know your crew, they're all thugs

Eh
Perro Primo, the one who coughs (eh)
Cumbia 4-20 for the black ones
L-Gante, what's up
DT.Bilardo, Maxi El Brother and Al Records
To the rhythm, yeah

Cumbia 4-20 for the matches
Homer, the Main Main
Kriterio Music is on fire
Thugs with the thugs

(I know your crew, they're all thugs)