LYRICS GAME

It's not the same thing to call the lion as to see it arrive

His gaze is quite imposing, you see evil in him

It's the talent his father always gave him

He bagged weed and cut poppies

To sell the sweets for the chacas

Then I cooked the laundry to roll up the painting

My boss was the one who gave plants

The plots 'were slashed to make medicine

From there I moved forward and blessings began to come

I jumped over that puddle and my family began to prosper

That old man went ahead, heaven watches over me

The inheritance is active, I'm still the one in charge

Now I suck my life away

And money trickles through my whole fucking body

I go for everything and I want more

Eagle and diver, always like the bone

Always on the mark like that old man taught me

Pure for dela

There goes number seven

And the older seven, old, pure Junior H, uah

I don't forget my shortcomings, It was happiness

How can I forget Francisco and my cousin Adrián

The freight keeps moving, the envy never stops

Greenhouses and land, they know how to move money

A seven on his chest, black diamonds on his chest goes

That's the line, it's still alive, it represents it

Very powerful and proud, more than happy

Make way because the Seven is coming to the party

To sell the sweets for the chacas

Then I cooked the laundry to roll up the painting

My boss was the one who gave plants

The plots 'were slashed to make medicine

Now I suck my life away

And money trickles through my whole fucking body

I go for everything and I want more

Eagle and diver, always like the bone

Firm as that old man taught me

Always pure pa' dela