Me Copiaron (feat. Nahuel The Coach)

Na-Na-Na-Nahuel The Coach
You know
Yah, hah

I already have all of Argentina, baby, talking about me
I don't care if it's good or bad, they're talking about me (you hear?)
The bills are in the bank, in the international account
And the gun on me, I'm a criminal, hey (prr)

The inmates want fresh air, in the neighborhood they move caliber
With so many businesses, it's normal for the iPhone to vibrate
The Percs are in Nike, we have them lining up
The cash, the cars, the drugs pile up

Easy, things don't go well when rushed
Eight years have passed and now I'm more stuck
If I hit them, they file a complaint and we have to go down to court
If we catch them crazy even though we're well educated

It's tough being me, they want to be in my place
And all they're gaining is that we're giving them the thumbs down
We fill the table with rosé, the mafia doesn't ignore
I did the boss's daughter in different poses (you hear?)

Who can take away what I've danced? Damn, how well I had a good time
The features they gave you are the ones I rejected
But fools won't satisfy their thirst with my blood
I've been ahead of these crazy moves for a while now

They copied my one shots, they copied my slows
They used to say I was boring and now everyone has my flow
They copied what I do, also what I stopped doing
They copied everything and no one has my power

They copied my one shots, they copied my slows
They used to say I was boring and now everyone has my flow (you hear?)
They copied what I do, also what I stopped doing
They copied everything and no one has my power, hey

An example of inspiration for all the kids
That you can succeed with rap without committing a crime
I can't give light to the eyes, health is a crime
Maybe when I'm drunk, I repeat an I love you

But baby, I'm as clear as the water in Miami
A little for the cartel, we exchange grams for Grammys
The Illuminati in Argentina, in charge of the tsunami
Screwing two Japanese girls with a blunt on the tatami

On the corner I have control, and my dish is spaghetti
Fifty blood Garcia, fifty blood Bidetti
The first reggaeton artist to come out of this country
For the times of Clicquot, we don't uncork the lean anymore

Baby, you're not a teen, don't act like a slut
Your man for the cops, your ass for the seat
When the four and a half sounds, the itacas retreat
We're five in a Mercedes, they're going to make you a skeleton

When we go to the restaurant, I can't do it during the day
Because they ask for so many photos that the food gets cold
I knew in these times that the good would come
Imagine that we made our kids have kids

In Mexico the crazy ones, in Puerto Rico the big shots
And in Colombia the Latinas want swagger in a pot
Lots of offers but my neck is spared in the knife
They weren't such businessmen if they snorted the lot, damn

You know (hah)
Are things clear or is there something else to say? (I don't think so), hey
The Chief of the Underworld, hah
(And they copied me, damn)

They copied my one shots, they copied my slows
They used to say I was boring and now everyone has my flow
They copied what I do, also what I stopped doing
They copied everything and no one has my power

They copied my one shots, they copied my slows
They used to say I was boring and now everyone has my flow
They copied what I do, also what I stopped doing
They copied everything and no one has my power (no one has it)

Yeah, they copied everything and no one has my power, damn
Yeah
Sincerely, the winning team