LEARN LYRICS

You know who we are, babe Three Letters

Eighteen years controlling, I'm robbing

You’re clear that talking sh*t I'm a fool

Don't look at me too much that on your face I rub it

I applied it to you and I stole your consumption tricks

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad

The guys to the Caribbean and the women to the gynecologist

The screams are heard louder than the musicologists

That nobody publishes the videos where I am

So that DICRIM doesn't arrive and take the bad boys

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad-bad

Did you forget all the messages you sent?

You put your mouth in the DM and you sucked it

You throw forward to your dad and your mom

You do whatever, dude, to sound

I’m Héctor Lavoe, the picón of Pacheco

The owner of this thing, catching all the fresh ones

I turn on the private jet and leave them all killing each other

She dreamed of me on the plane killing each other

You spit up and it fell on your brain

Everyone wanted to sound with you, now you’re with them

(You spit up and it fell on your brain

Everyone wanted to sound with you, now you’re with them)

Everything I wear is from the kilombo

Everything I wear is from the kilombo

That nobody publishes the videos where I am

So that DICRIM doesn't arrive and take the bad boys

(That nobody publishes the videos where I am

So that DICRIM doesn't arrive and take the bad boys)

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad-bad

Today I'm going to the club, I want to see rum

Rolls Royce, if you see it stopping you know it’s the bad boys

Hey, do you know who the bad boys are?

I-I-I’m pitching straight so you can hit it, call me Troy

I’m not missing about 23 fives, I’m going to act like Floyd

When I step on paint my closet looks like Adanco

I don’t know if wearing blood red goes with all the Off-White

I’m her bandit, she’s a bad one wants me to detonate submerged

Underwater without mentioning it, it’s all cold

Let her husband pay for the blower and the extensions

That’s his job

The laughs mess you up, I’m in your waters like a diver

Infiltrated like an intruder

A cappella, I never use yours

If I put it inside, I don’t warn and I excuse myself

I’m going to the club, I want to see rum

Rolls Royce, if you see it stopping you know it’s the bad boys

Hey, do you know who the bad boys are?

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad-bad

I disappear, number one I appear

It’s not that I’m overweight, it’s that I’m wearing a vest

This is for the dolls and the dolls to dance

The first one who invested was the board and I thank him

And from below, and there are people lower

Who are my little enemies and gave me a job

The neighbor keeps complaining about the bass

About the smoke, about the weed, about the noise and the mess

Bragging outside my house, DICAN stopped me

I was acting cocky, seems like they snitched on me

I was ripping a pound that the guys pass me

When I got inside, they almost broke me

Block Villa Agricola, the cramp like a black guy

We nailed the things in the box of the retros

Free for Bocoa, killing time for a kidnapping

We set up a cold route to Villa Mella on the Metro

I’m sorry, I can’t give you a story

I’m only happy when I have it inside

I haven’t signed with anyone, all my percentages are mine

And it’s not that El Alfa is a b*tch, it’s that they have no talent

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad a playboy, for the greti a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad

(You never matured to a puya or carbide

Pu-pu-puya or carbide, puya or carbide

You never matured to a puya or carbide

Pu-pu-puya or carbide, puya or carbide)

You never matured to a puya or carbide

That’s why you stayed being hard