Ooooooooooo!!!
Da-ddy [x2]
Mambo wants to spank him
Mambo wants to grab him
Mambo wants to sound it
da-ddy
Mambo wants to spank him< br/>Mambo wants to grab it
Mambo wants to let it go
da-ddy
Sticky, dangerous
A field sounds with a mafia cut
My soldiers with my guerrilla glock (Come on!!!)
Oooooooooooo!!!
In trial by fire
In the street I tend to grow up
As a child in the neighborhood you learn not to go back
I'm going safao with your story
Don't take the serene of my new dawn
You want to be like me now
But Lebron James will never do what Jordan did
The shooting Guard of the reggaeton no one shoots better than me blind and the matador is D-A-DD-Y
Thats Me
The numbers speak for themselves
Countdown (Come On!!) 3-2-1 Traaaa
Want mambo spank it
Mambo wants to grab it
Mambo wants to sound it
da-ddy
Mambo wants to spank it
Mambo wants to grab it
Mambo wants to drop it
da-ddy
How I weigh the second verse
To take off the mask of the perverts
My soldiers with the cry of malianteo
Ooooooo
I'm sorry, I don't lie, Every time I say a oath
Tomorrow it will be your food for the birds on the pavement
Well, I am not here to step on anyone's toes
Cross my line and you will feel all my barbarities
I grow in bad situations
Your group should look for a pair of shovels
Where I put my eye I put the bullet
Ahhh you are easy to knock down the face
They act as if they don't know
But they know who I am and what I give in this genre
El Cartel Records Men!
3-2-1 Traaa
Mambo wants to whip him
Mambo wants to grab him
Do you want mambo, sound it? Yankee!
El Cartel Records Men! The Cangri
This is Barrio Fino!
with Fear of God and without fear of Man!
Cangri!
Come On!