LYRICS GAME

I got used to Sour, it doesn’t kick anymore

It gets delivered to my house, no need to go out and cop it

Only models, like Barea

Multiply the 100, that's the task

I'm the chief in your own village

I'm worth more than everything that surrounds you

Don’t fool yourself, remember that Curry sinks it

Until Lebron guards him

Come down the hill, I'm rolling with the orchestra

Motherf*ckers, easy shot, I’m never down on the odds

And especially not in this one

Let me make it clear, we’re past the home stretch, already at the tape

The devil injects me and I bet the house, I don't even lay them down

Another one falls by the force of gravity

One more in case he survives by chance

Refute my thesis, motherf*cker, and we'll give you a lesson

I haven’t even scored yet and I already have Cristianos praying to Messi

You talk shit, motherf*cker, and you don't live like this

Your girl is always keeping an eye on me

She calls me to give it to her and I say yes

I've been a son of a b*tch since I was born

You talk shit, motherf*cker, and you don't live like this

Your girl calls me and I tell her yes

I'm not gonna change, I've always been like this

I've been a son of a b*tch since I was born

I'm back

Back at it, going hard on the beat again

But how can I be back? I don't understand

If I never left

Harder than my d*ck

Mess with me and you'll leave in pieces

I got a couple of children, a couple of nephews

Those who don't call me daddy, they call me uncle

Respect the ranks, the position

I traded fame for admiration

I never run out of ammunition

They wanna flex but they lack what it takes

I keep living my life, motherf*cker

Always active in my big ride

I got out of the alley all alone

And I bought a million-dollar mansion for my mom

I got the sauce

I got the swagger that moves the masses

I'm loyal to my record label

That's why everyone asks what's up

Arcángel is playing

Hey, no matter how much we block it

Arcángel sells out every concert

And we don't have him

You talk shit, motherf*cker, and you don't live like this

Your girl calls me and I tell her yes

I'm not gonna change, I've always been like this

I've been a son of a b*tch since I was born

You brag, a*shole, and you don't live like that

Your girl is always keeping an eye on me

She calls to get it and I tell her yes

I've been a son of a b*tch since I was born

Tonight we’re hitting the streets with all the boys, ready to cause mayhem

These motherf*ckers brag about guns and we're the owners of the hardware store

We roll with all the rosaries without knowing the Hail Mary

They flex, they flex, they flex, they flex on me and they're like Meek Mill without a battery

We don't miss a hook

Today if they catch me, I'm strapped

We storm into your ranch

And we make a wide hole in your face

You’re asking if I’m a thug?

Motherf*cker, I don't know

What I know

It's that nerves don't exist after two Percocets

Today there's no excuse and if it's taken out it's used

If my .40 were Versace

I’d paint a Medusa on your face

The night is confusing and if you cross me

Motherf*cker, we're going to leave you jumping

Like at Lollapalooza

Weed, hookah and pills

That Cuban link they left you still shines

Today we’re putting you on the spot

Even if you're with the family eating at Padilla

Nobody's been born yet who does it like me

If I don't catch you in Puerto Rico, I'll catch you in the 2000's New York streets

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The Bad Bunny

And I'm the Evil Elf

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