SISAS NADA (remix) (part. TURY, Blessd y Kris R)

Yo, man, those fools are about to break
That fool Tury, man
In Ibiza, I took down two, sisas, one lost her voice

And the other little hottie took my Hugo Boss, damn, fool
Hahaha, damn, damn, damn, damn
(Sisas nada, the remix)
(Haha, damn fool)

I got the number ten from Brazil, and I copped the Hugo Cow
Your girl’s packing flour in the nude
She kissed another girl, went wild
And I called for exotic because I don’t smoke cheap

Yo, don’t talk or I’ll blow you up
And I’ll record you sucking and mention it
My house is a safari, I’m smoking with a monkey
Rolling one while I pull your hair

I always keep it fresh and with the McQueen kicks (oh, yeah)
Purple is what I smoke, and my jeans are purple too
Money’s got me feeling good, damn, I don’t hit the gym
And all the blondes send me pics, they know what’s up (what’s up)

That kid is a player, and the tussi moves like flow 00
You guys aren’t worth my pen
I only roll in a ride, damn, I’m a rude dude
They’re sending pics for likes, haha

White Mercedes, and the Nikes are white too (haha)
I don’t miss like Myke (like Myke)
The girls are throwing glances when the kid’s around, bro-bro
The cars with the sunroof

Ready to escape in sport mode, no automatic (fools)
I don’t panic, kid, here we cause panic
Your boyfriend’s crying, what a dramatic fool

Haha, damn, fool; damn, little fool
I got the tussi in the Mazda, in the glove box (ah)
So she can blow magic in the little farm
And if she gives it good, I’ll fix her little tits

On the XADV (you know?), I stole it (ah, bro)
That Hugo Cow doesn’t let me see
What a cool roof I bought at JaraShop (jara)
But without a cap, I won’t get it in (not even for shit)

If he charges in the afternoon, the gift from Monastery
If the old man throws me the league, Don Peri bottle
I’m not like your boyfriend, who’s lame in Burberry
My love, I’m a suitcase, original even in my kicks

Damn, damn, damn, damn, my love
That ass looks good like in NMax
No, no, no, no, no, your little thing isn’t necessary, queen, like the Glock
She tells me: Being with you is like Call Of Duty

I say: Baby, chill, let’s go to Lucky
Because she likes fire, not little boys
On the street, I’m a legend, I’m no rookie (never)
Damn, fool (fool)
Wherever I catch you on all fours, I’ll give you a beating, flow Rocky Balboa

Down there you get wet, Yogurcito playing in the background on YouTube in your room
That past of yours means nothing to me
I like the girls from the hood, especially from Caicedo
Even though you’re a bandit and lie to say: I love you
I define you in finals, like Juanfer Quintero

Hey, I don’t copy any bullshit
They’re buying the bags
Sending all the gold for the jewelry
We’re rolling in CX, Gelo, jewelry
We give it to you in the mouth, just lead for a snack

I just got out of a madhouse, to keep it real with another demon
I know more than one hates me
The forty is my Mary Jane and has this ninja as her boyfriend
(Sisas nada, fool)

Yeah, talk about it, fai
I’m smoking a bonsai
I don’t have time for you, I’m busy with Nike
You don’t fit with me, none of you are my size

I measure up with whoever steps to me on the mic
Since back in the freestyle and cassette days
The first hard reggaeton artist to come out of the ghetto
Repressed envious people admire me in secret

They don’t know all the power, they only see the sketch
I don’t fold for money or for a little ass
Flows are like my clothes, I never repeat them, uh
Eating lite, but in the clothes, a lot of grease
I changed this game with Jordan and Wasa Wasa (like Bubbaloo gum)

Speedo shirt, the glasses are Fox
I like the thick girls, I like them two at a time
Everyone knows me, tell me, who are you?
I don’t step on stage if they don’t give me a thousand foxes

The glasses are Cartier, the jacket is Moncler
Louis Vuitton on my feet, Benjamin the paper
Legend like the tattoos I have on my skin
We’re in the thousands, we’ve passed a hundred

Five-star hotel, who am I comparing to?
My bandits are praying, the street says: Amen
I’m a P.I.M.P., 50 Cent
We’re in the air, we’ve raised the level
Two G-Wagons in the hood, we got the toys

In Miami, we stroll down the street in a Rolls Royce
The hottest girls like bad boys
And I who grew up in the street, baby, I’m not Prince Royce

Yeah, the competition is offended
Here we go Nike, we’re throwing out the Adidas
Chains that shine and they’re all mine
I made them believe like I was a Messiah (hahaha, sisas, La K)

In an armored mionca, in TX I arrive at Villa Hermosa
I’m so spicy that I’m going to have Sara Orrego as my girl
I got a .40 with tits, the little fool is jealous
Wants to smell the banana PlayDoh, tired of the pink

Pull out the key, babe, get close to the action
A slushie, a little bar and a CASIO on my arm
We don’t buy Nike Shox at El Palacio anymore (not anymore)
Screwing these fools, don’t take photos, give me my space

(Eh, what a tiresome little fool)
An ADV and on my feet the latest TN
A baby charges for it and keeps herself as a webcam
They’re hurt because I got what they don’t have

Lame cars and bags, and the hundreds are left over
She’s a snob, but she likes me to take her to the parties
Hanging out with Tury, El Bendito, and Castro in Manrique
She was from the hood, but to make a ticket, she went to Miami to cash in and moved to Brickell (little snob)

Ah, no, rude
Sisas nada, fool
Haha, the remix
La K, Tury

El Bendito, Ryan Castro
Talk to them, SOG
Doctor
Ey, The Kid from Pedre

You already know (damn, fool)
With El Bendito, Ryan Castro (sisas nada, fool)
Tell me, SOG (noah)
Sjoy

Tell me, Jota
Tell me, Gelo, haha
Damn, fool (damn, damn, damn, damn)