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I'm walking alone
Looking for my enemies
I'm from the street pa
I don't hesitate
Don't worry, this guy isn't looking for anything with me
I'm walking
Camping alone
Looking for my enemies
I'm from the street pa
I don't hesitate
Don't worry, this guy isn't looking for anything with me
In mine it's not late
This is going on vacation
Janging about this, send lots of blocks
Taking my time for you passing by
While you're throwing me away carrying revolt to My Mercedes
I already told you that I'm too much for you
You see me pass by and your wife turns her neck
(I'm the killer)
Prevent me from demanting you
You don't need my boss to fight with you
Six-feel-twenty pounds of these rifles
They are six-feet-and-thirty
First chambon, because this is more than ninety
Sold by the dead mouth
They would really like to live my crazy life
What I put up is cool
K I have your company in height
Tell me why they don't do so much
They walk like a lion
My style is that of a saint
It doesn't have anything, I can take the pressure
I tell you the archangel baby killing
Tell me why they don't do so much
They walk like a lion
My style e de santo
He has nothing, I can't stand the pressure
Only against the five fighting
They accept me,
K daddy I went out there is no one for anyone
Nala I went out
They breathe a little in the air
(and ganchao)
They are tasting my poison
One becomes a record and is selling less
And whoever accepts that the chamakito came out
And with only one year old, I have a passion for it
I am to blame for having it turned off
The favorite from far away is one hundred percent provao
And I don't take out the one who is my enemy
To be able to hit you have to record with me
Be careful to make another song
Or you are going to lose the chance to catch me soon
Marciano arrives, to the topate the worm
Puerto Rico You know that I'm worried about it
In the money and the sick hand is healthy
I can write without using my hand
Define your musical career
And avoid it, the baby ends it early
br/>I have a satellite not even close to you
In a more strange way of movement
I told you when the chamakito
Double-u went to hell
Don't make me report it to you with pao
That among this there is no bucho
They say out there
(and yandel pulling)
Don't be a masochist
You don't rap pa
You You are a good chorista
Your company no longer exists
Trankilo is not going here for you