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Your style, mommy, is what kills me
You stand out above the rest
Your shine when you go out overshadows them
They want to compete but can't keep up

You look good with that showing off
You look slim in everything you wear
All women get jealous of you
You cause envy in the street when they see you
Because around here, no one has your bearing
And your way of captivating men
They try to get me to fall in love
But this kitty doesn't get impressed by anyone

You look good with that showing off
You, you look good
On Instagram, you post a photo
And drive men crazy
Sharp, I like your bold message
With little clothing, posing almost naked
You enjoy how you insinuate
Provocative, I just want to see if you act
You fall in love but it never lasts
You suit me because you're seasoned
I'm the one who matches your level in the street
Who has substance, who is always attentive
With ghetto style, an expert in numbers
Living producing at a high volume
Owner of his dreams, owner of his actions

They're hitting on you, looking for you
But you brush them off and don't pay attention
Smooth, you avoid failure
They have no movie, no money, no rank
No style, no showing off, no gang either
They envy me because what's yours and mine has been for a while
You like to see, mommy, how I kill them
You're good but you like bad boys
And you're always in demand, always showing off all the cars
Your clothes, your jewelry, your life from the stores
Time for your body, someone fixes your hair
With a group in your car and the guards behind you
But they don't give you a ticket because you shut them up by talking
On the way to the beach with the girls
They're the ones who drink the most and don't get drunk
They're the ones who pretend, they're the heaviest
Showing off the new

Chencho and Maldy
On the track Tainy
Plan B is Plan B
Because nothing has changed
The street remains the same
The Society