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Description
Producer, Composer Lyricist: Michael Brun
Producer: P2J
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Mosty
Mixing Engineer: APPLY
Mixing Second Engineer: Nerd.z
Vocalist: J Balvin
Rapvocalist: Stormzy
Background Vocalist: CARO CAXI
Composer Lyricist: José Álvaro Osorio Balvin
Composer Lyricist: Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr.
Composer Lyricist: Wander Mendez
Composer Lyricist: Luis Angel O'Neill Laureano
Composer Lyricist: Pablo C Fuentes
Composer Lyricist: Luian Malavé Nieves
Composer Lyricist: Richard Isong
Composer Lyricist: Victor Manuel Sánchez Martínez
Lyrics and translation
Original
Look, I'm clean but my nigga got priors. Tell man once, don't cross my wires.
I get bored and start some fires. Mike Jordan, Jackson or Myers.
Man must think we're some Richard Priors. I'm God-blessed 'cause God loves triers.
Man gas up these punctured tires. All these neeks are liars, bow.
Uh, qué lo que, pa' dónde vas, qué tú haces.
Este flow no se imita, con esto se nace. Uh, qué lo que, pa' dónde vas, qué tú haces.
Hoy la casa invita a to'as las -gatas que pasen. -Uh, jump in my car.
She said, "Babe, take off my bra". Triple A, babe, I'm a star. Gasta en mí she are. Uh, uh, uh.
Uh, la, -la, la. -Diablo, ma, qué rica tú estás.
Como soy un superstar, pa' encima quieren estar. Uh, qué lo que, pa' dónde vas, qué tú haces.
-Este flow no se imita, con esto se nace.
-Uh, qué lo que, pa' dónde vas, qué tú -haces. -Hoy la casa invita.
-A to'as las gatas que pasen. -Cuida'o por la calle, que esta es candela.
Fuego gritan en la favela. De la comuna donde se brega. Barrio Libre como Mandela.
Se me hace fácil sin ensayar. ¿Qué miras, bobo? Dale pa' allá.
Aquí ni una barra se falla. Muhammad Ali tirándote un jab. Uh, qué lo que, pa' dónde vas, qué tú haces.
-Este flow no se imita, con esto se nace.
-Uh, qué lo que, pa' dónde vas, qué tú -haces. -Hoy la casa invita.
A to'as las gatas que pasen.
English translation
Look, I'm clean but my nigga got priors. Tell man once, don't cross my wires.
I get bored and start some fires. Mike Jordan, Jackson or Myers.
Man must think we're some Richard Priors. I'm God-blessed 'cause God loves triers.
Man gas up these punctured tires. All these neeks are liars, bow.
Uh, what what, where are you going, what are you doing.
This flow cannot be imitated, it is born with this. Uh, what what, where are you going, what are you doing.
Today the house invites all the cats that pass by. -Uh, jump in my car.
She said, "Babe, take off my bra." Triple A, babe, I'm a star. Spend on me she are. Uh-uh-uh.
Uh, la, -la, la. -Devil, ma, how rich you are.
Since I'm a superstar, they want to be on top. Uh, what what, where are you going, what are you doing.
-This flow cannot be imitated, with this you are born.
-Uh, what what, where are you going, what are you doing. -Today the house invites.
-To all the cats that pass by. -Be careful on the street, it's hot.
Fire they scream in the favela. From the commune where they struggle. Free Quarter like Mandela.
It comes easy to me without rehearsing. What are you looking at, fool? Go ahead.
Not a single bar is missed here. Muhammad Ali throwing a jab at you. Uh, what what, where are you going, what are you doing.
-This flow cannot be imitated, with this you are born.
-Uh, what what, where are you going, what are you doing. -Today the house invites.
To all the cats that pass by.