Don Dimadon (feat. Oscar Maydon y Victor Mendivil)

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

White rose, white rose
Oops, I feel like it went down my throat
Pure Diorcita they see me and from Moncler
The perfume is the one your wife is wearing
Thundering leagues, weapons and Moëts
Tequilas are worth taking care of, you just don't see them
Don Dimadon and also Timmy Turner
Because I bring godfathers who are the ones who bring the cones
God willing she is a maiden, she smokes cigars indoors
Christian Dior Panty

I put it on four and thanked God
I thanked God (God, God, God, God)
Hey, we're kids (God, God, God, God)
Hey, we're kids (God, God, God, God)

With the terrorists
Like terrorists we travel in convoys
If it's a job, equip the Barrettzón
On the face a hood, vests and a helmet
Well sponsored at the order of the gift

Don Dimadon, let a corridon play
In the mountains let the sound resound
I'm a placoson, they see me in the armored vehicles or sometimes toasting
One of those little bottles that all cats brag about

I spend the greens, I earn them easily
Uncover the Doradas, up with the Zambadas
Up with the Zambadas (Oscar Maydon)
Don Dimadon, let a corridon play
In the mountains let the sound resound

I'm a placoson, they see me in the armored vehicles, sometimes toasting
One of those little bottles that all the cats brag about
I spend the greens, I earn them easily
Uncover the Doradas, up with the Zambadas
Up with the Zambadas (with the terrorists)

I'm sticking it out in the city because it's the boss here
Like Cosmo I move green, and Wanda pink
Her butts bounce when she gets crazy
She gets excited with the weed when she rides my cock

Gucci cut chains, Cubans that I grab
Urus Lamborghini, new toys buying
My click moves in caravans and Suzuki
I bring very good sex, pure cajeta well chucky

A ZaZa for the route if I fall off a dune
Pure J, make her rich, hush treacle fortune
They see me well equipped, always all jackal-like
I ate some polka dots so I could see blurry

Tra-tra-tra-tas, I always want more
They pull each other in private, pull each other over here
Tra-tra-tra-tas, I'm in general mode
I spend the bales on Barbies from Mazatlán

Don Dimadon, let a corridon play
In the mountains let the sound resound
I'm a bit of a mess, they see me in the armored cars sometimes toasting
One of those little bottles that cats show off

With the government pending, the terre caliente
They wanted to comb my hair, but I peeled it off
Demon in the media, with them they see me
And oh, oh, they saw them there
They come with their chests, they look like soldiers
And oh, oh, they saw them pass by
In shame throughout the capital

And she wants pink, she's in Barbie mode
With her shopping bandits she leaves in an Audi
He 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 corridon play
In the mountains let the sound resound
I'm a placoson, they see me in the armored vehicles, sometimes toasting
One of those little bottles that all the cats brag about
What all the cats boast about

And his friend Oscar Maydon
And it's that rich or dead, old, uh!
O-O-O-Oscar Maydon