LYRICS GAME

You know who we are, babe, Three Letters

Eighteen years in control, I'm stealing

You know that when I sweet-talk I'm a fool

Don't stare too much or I'll rub it in your face

I pulled it off and stole your consumer tricks

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad ones

The hustlers to the Caribbean and the women to the gynecologist

The screams sound louder than the musicologists

Nobody post the videos of where I am

So that DICRIM doesn't come and haul off the bad boys

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad ones

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad ones

Did you forget all the messages that you sent?

You put your mouth in the DM and s*cked me

You snitched on your dad and your mom

You do whatever, bro, to be heard

I'm Héctor Lavoe, Pacheco's hotshot

The owner of this sh*t, catching all the fresh ones

I fire up the private jet and leave them all killing each other

She dreamed of me on the plane going at it

You spat upward and it landed on your brain

Everybody wanted to blow up with you, now you're with them

(You spat upward and it landed on your brain

Everybody wanted to blow up with you, now you're with them)

Everything I wear is from Kilombo

Everything I wear is from Kilombo

Nobody post the videos of where I am

So that DICRIM doesn't come and haul off the bad boys

(Nobody post the videos of where I am

So that DICRIM doesn't come and haul off the bad boys)

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad ones

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad-bad ones

Today I'm hitting the club, I want liquor

Rolls-Royce, if you see it pulling up you know it's the bad boys

Hey, do you know who the bad boys are?

I-I-I'm pitching heaters so you can hit them, call me Troy

I'm only short about twenty-three five-hundreds, I'm gonna go Floyd

When I step in paint my closet looks like a bank

I don't know if blood-red clothes go with all the Off-White

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

Underwater without naming her, it's all cold

Let her husband pay for the blow-dry and the extensions

That's on him

I frizz your curls, I'm in your waters like a diver

Infiltrated like an intruder

A cappella, I never use your stuff

If I c*m inside you I don't warn you and I excuse myself

I'm-I'm going to the club, I want liquor

Rolls-Royce, if you see it pulling up you know it's the bad boys

Hey, do you know who the bad boys are?

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad-bad ones

I vanish, number one I appear

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

This is so the dolls and the dudes can dance

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

And from below, there are people even lower

Who are my little enemies and set me up with a job

The neighbor keeps complaining about the stench

About the smoke, the weed, the noise and the racket

Showing off outside my house, DICAN pulled up

I was doing it on the sly, looks like they snitched on me

I was breaking up a pound the boys gave me

When I bolted inside, they almost tore me apart

Villa Agricola block, the cramp is dark

We hide the stuff in the retro box

Free Bocoa, doing time for a kidnapping

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

Sorry, I can't tell you stories

I'm only happy when I have it inside

I haven't signed with anybody, all my percentages are mine

And it's not that El Alfa jinxes, it's that you have no talent

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad ones

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the tough ones a playboy, for the greedy a bad boy

For the bad-bad-bad ones

(You never ripened by stab nor by carbide

St-st-stab nor carbide, stab nor carbide

You never ripened by stab nor by carbide

St-st-stab nor carbide, stab nor carbide)

You never ripened by stab nor by carbide

That's why you stayed acting tough