My Dog Is

Yes, yes, I know he's listening to me
Brother
He's ready for this shit
Tell him, tell him, man
Juanito, you stay
Pablito, bastard, you're ready
My dog is my cock
My cock wanna spit my balls
My cock is my dog
My click wanna kick your balls
My dog is my cock
My cock wanna spit my balls
My cock is my dog
My click wanna kick your balls
The real ones arrive, they crush you
They're just truths, qualities that stand out
What are you talking about?
Leave that drug that traps you
You hit the nail on the head, if you were looking for pure class
You're blessed, let these three kids eclipse
I bring swagger and cold blood, here comes the mister
Coto, sad, crazy, you saw
Everything you told me
You think it's a lot and it's not worth a little (Nananana)
You're a nobody
These three monkeys arrived without beating around the bush (Hahaha)
Don't talk to me about money
Invoicing in four hours what you do in four weeks
The thug arrives, I want hands up
Take a sip from the jug, devil thug
It's for the kids in the neighborhood who lose their lives in the revelry
It's for mom, I just want her smile, I don't want drama
It's for all the faithful who identify, they listen to Ejecutor, buddy
Fuck that, the industry and all its monopoly
If we have followers locked up in asylums
Like particles, molecules, and all the microbes
I distribute to whoever, I put it in random mode
Talking to angels and demons
I'll ruin you in a moment, you and your marriage
Rap party people, only for the real Gs
I don't sell myself like a whore and I don't need to
I feel like Cos Ride with everyone at the dance
I have a partner in Mar de Plata, Rosario, and Buenos Aires
Hey, yo', Terrible, tell me, how did you execute?
And that shit they did to you? Good thing you fixed it
I know, man
That's why they represent you
Leaving reins loose, the white hair torments you
My dog is my cock, my cock is my dog
I leave you with the fucking monster, deal with it
I'm with Shao' and Terrible
There's no time for cats when you hang out with tigers
If here For My People for Spain doing business
Posh people talk about the street (It doesn't work for me)
But they're more scared than a goalkeeper with Messi on a free kick
We're back to the 90s (Simple)
I brought chocolate but they're two Kinder eggs
One, two, three, they surrender to us
Three shows in one night, baby (I'm not available this weekend)
Because I'm with the executors
I'm smoking pollen
In the Buddha there are seven notes of all colors
Now everyone asks me for favors even the professors
I dodge them, in Spain everyone shouts