With so much shine around my neck, I seem frozen
Those who grew up with me, none of them are broke
Wherever the singer goes, it’s all Sold Out
They messed with me and got knocked out
Multiplying money like I’m a nerd
I’ve got an apartment on my left arm
They’re calling me conceited because sometimes I get lost
The count keeps going up even when I sleep
Shut up if you don’t respect
I made the girl’s butt and breasts
Fresh all day in shorts
The engines of the Porsche roar
All day playing on the radio
Talking about the streets and guns
My flow is street, but they fall in love
It’s not the same to hear me as to see me in person
Every day I buy clothes, even if I never wear them
Stealing outfits, never leftovers
She surrendered, mamisonga, putonga
Every day I buy clothes, even if I never wear them
Stealing outfits, never leftovers
She surrendered, mamisonga, putonga
Oh yes, oh yes
500 pairs of sneakers and I only have two feet
I have her on all fours and she said “Oh yes”
She lives in a neighborhood in Medellín, but she speaks English while banging
Baby call me, call me
I used to be lowly, I pay her more than the only one
Lustful even when I’m not horny
Underground baby, always lowkey
I function under pressure, I like being challenged
They say they sing, but they don’t put in the work
This is for love but love for the money
You don’t respect, no one respects you
Focused without losing my way
A couple of friends in court, for drugs or for swagger
I get into business, there’s no one to support me
I make money for sport, I have a house and transportation
They speak ill of me, but I don’t care
I keep traveling the world, filling up my passport
A song in half an hour for Coqe to export
Always new clothes and a neat haircut
A kid from the neighborhood
Rich from music, not from privilege
I’m a panther even though I don’t work with Puma
Rising like foam, I’m almost touching the moon
I do it for pleasure from the start
Also for money, the hazards of the trade
Bad energies to drive me crazy
All gold around my neck like an Egyptian
Every day I buy clothes, even if I never wear them
Stealing outfits, never leftovers
She surrendered, mamisonga, putonga
Every day I buy clothes, even if I never wear them
Stealing outfits, never leftovers
She surrendered, mamisonga, putonga
Ryan Castro
He’s the singer from the Ghetto with Coqe
Representing the neighborhoods, the blocks
Medellin
We Got The Sauce Baby
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