The illustrious man arrived
Without the Polo, but with the Lacoste
With transmission in all the balusters (Don!)
Let's go inside as soon as I show myself
And I'm going to block your kiosk until you get frustrated
Show reverence
You guys are tough, but in my absence
And in my presence, they make an emergency retreat
Bastard, play with my patience
And we're going to end this with violence

We are bandits
There's nothing to prove
But if you want to grind, get bold
We're going to give you the tour with the stick well lit
And they won't know who made this noise
We are bandits
There's nothing to prove
But if you want to grind, get bold
We're going to give you the tour with the stick well lit
And they won't know who made this noise (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Dracula Boy, I'm not lost, I'm on fire
Wherever I catch you, you're going to go with everything and Haya
I have friends who are more turned than my bank account (haha)
And here nobody lives together, sincerely "The White Collar" (so)
We have control of all the kiosks, the sauce and the spice (yeah)
The flow comes from the factory, a bar is worth a ticket (haha)
We're putting GP all day, all night
The box offices are from krippy, the sticks from Fortnite
Yeah, right, nigga (alright, motherfucker)
It's The Princi, the reverence (grr)
The bars at levels that science has never reached (oh, shit)
The combs stuck and you're pointed without making the appointment (haha)
The Mini Draco screams and you're going where nobody visits you (uh, haha, your death)
And we gave them to you even if you're in the Honda or in the Dodge
Even if you unbutton, I send you with the left like Chris Bosh (bang, bang, bang)
I get into any case and I charge the one who does it to me (what's up?)
Daddy, there's no fear here, bo, if you're born to die (rra!)

We are bandits
There's nothing to prove
But if you want to grind, get bold
We're going to give you the tour with the stick well lit
And they won't know who made this noise
We are bandits
There's nothing to prove
But if you want to grind, get bold
We're going to give you the tour with the stick well lit
And they won't know who made this noise

Toña's son arrived, burning weed
I came back because the street misses me
The one who sings beautifully, but damages the puppets
And I'm still more street than you without counting the feats
You cooperated according to the papers
La Mole arrived, it doesn't matter who goes up, and who rebels
Since the times of El Negro, the cases and the cheles
More hype than you without appearing on TV
The Big Papaupa arrived, bastard, I remain undefeated
You're going to be better than me when Christ comes
When the moon turns to blood and the signs have been seen
And we see riders riding damn
Look at yourself in the mirror, observe the reflection and listen to the advice
Don't snore (you're still a jerk)
The water is the shark's, the crab has never commanded
And it's not the same to see me in front, than to snore from afar
So avoid snoring now and I'll see you in a bit
And I'll light it up until it melts
"Don was needed", is what the street screams
For the babies in the cases and the puppets on motorbikes (rra!)

We are bandits
There's nothing to prove
But if you want to grind, get bold
We're going to give you the tour with the stick well lit
And they won't know who made this noise
We are bandits
There's nothing to prove
But if you want to grind, get bold
We're going to give you the tour with the stick well lit
And they won't know who made this noise

Don!
Dracula Boy
D-D-D
Simple
(Rafy Melendez)
Is the motherfuckin' Wizard
The King!

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