No Vas a Joderme (feat. Frijo & Young Cister)

Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?
Sticky, Sticky, Sticky

You ain't gonna mess with me and that gives me chills, nobody understands me, uh (yeah)
I know she wants me because she prefers me even though she doesn't want to see me yet (yeah)
Frixen is lit, shows up on TV, popping blue pills (yeah)
Full of women, covered in fur, parties on TV full (yeah)

I'm with Sticky, crazy like Pity, sipping a drink in Madrid
Stuck in the city, cloudy, I'm trippy from all I consumed
I played in Barcelona, also in Seville, the girls here follow me
Even if they try and label me lazy, I sing to her and make her happy

Sex, drugs, rock and roll, so much partying, no control
Took drugs with alcohol (yeah, yeah)
Sex, partying, rock and roll, (yeah, yeah) drugs, roll up, lots of alcohol (yeah, yeah)
Angel and demon at the same time (tell me, Sticky) cold-blooded like a snake

You ain't gonna mess with me ever
I know they love to see me fall
But it's a dream, wake up
So pure that even a blind man can see me (yeah, yeah)

No tricks, I level up (yeah)
Your b*tch wants to mess with me
And they can't even cough near me
The water can't be broken

The wind can't be hit
They're looking for me, they want to kill me
But I'm very calm (yeah, yeah)
Acting like a clown, that's not my style (my style)
Don't keep it to yourself, come on, b*tch, say it (wuh)

I have the sauce that you don't (no)
I wake up and already have a new flow (uh)
No b*stard kills my vibe (prr)
Always quiet, for the low (low)
I already got the money
And I never stopped being myself
I have many eyes on me
But I always go with God (God)

B*tch, you don't kill my vibe
Listening to Héctor Lavoe in the car driving around
I have my people in Spain, mama, now I'm worldwide (yeah)
Playing from the end of the world, baby, that's what it is (yeah)

Hey, Sticky M. A., I got kush in my cash
I got a couple of melodies, baby, that make you fly
Like in the f*cking space, my crew always high (high, high)
No cocaine, baby, because I was born tough
I already knocked down all the walls
The competition crying because I drop a track and their dark future trembles

I don't compete against you all
I don't fall into those networks
I don't carry any rush
My career is until death

I defend with fists and teeth
In your eyes, it's clear you lie
You have a different energy
I passed it the first time
Maybe you won't count it later
Angel and demon at the same time (Sticky, Sticky)
Cold-blooded like a snake

You ain't gonna mess with me ever
I know they love to see me fall
But it's a dream, wake up
So pure that even a blind man can see me (yeah, yeah)

The wind can't be hit
They're looking for me, they want to kill me
But I'm very calm (yeah, yeah)
Acting like a clown, that's not my style (my style)
Don't keep it to yourself, come on, b*tch