LYRICS GAME

And once again

Thanks

And only Grupo Firme, Edwin

Only Codiciado, kid

Run from the cops

Up with Tijuana, up with Tijuana

Only Rancho Humilde and Music VIP, man

Here you go Jimmy

Here you go Isael

So that you see how it brushes against us

Come on Jamie

Thanks for those that have talked bad about me

Thanks for those that ask more about me

That if I vacation in Paris

That how much my suitcase weighs

That if in my house I'm happy

That if the ring is made of gray gold

What does it matter to you?

What do you contribute?

I'm not competing with the ones I once ate with

Everybody brings their beef and vendetta against me

How wrong that they behave like that

While I here with Benjamin

I made a friendship and the future

Looks like it's coming a thousand by a thousand

I don't have beef

Life's short

But if they think that because of that I must stop

Well they're wrong

I'm not stopping now

Buddy

Only Codiciado, partner

And only Grupo Firme, man

The real, the real, the real vein

A shout-out to my pal Adrián Chaparro

For my friends of Edición Especial

What a big corrido, man, ow!

Run from the cops

Shout-out to my little son

Cheer up, onward

And up with Mexico, b*stards

You extend your hand and they grab more of you

I opened the door for them and they stayed to live

Their material isn't that subtle

They still have more to discover

Skill to describe

Let's see if they finally shut up today

And they have little self-shame

Thanks for those that I know around here

Thanks for the one that really knows about me

With whom I vacation in Paris

With whom I'm filling the Bailey's

Who in my house is indeed happy

Blowing clouds of gray smoke

We don't care about dumb people

That spend their time criticizing that I'm happy

I know they never stand me

I'm saying goodbye now

Here you go Roque Venegas

Isael Gutiérrez, Ever Gutiérrez

It's so that you see how the chain brushes over here, pal Edwin

Only Codiciado, crazy one

And only Grupo Firme

Ow!

Here you go Abraham

That's it, my pal Giova

Run from the cops, little Joaquin

Here you go pal Téllez

Pal Dylan

And up with Mazatlán, Sinaloa

With the Big Band

Thanks, Thanks, Thanks

There it is, kid