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Description
Vocals: Clarent
Vocals: Miky Woodz
Mastering Engineer: Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer: Jaycen Joshua
Producer: Jonniel
Unknown: Julio "Bati" Emmanuel Batista Santos
Vocals: Myke Towers
A& R Direction: Natalie Cotton
Producer: Turbo
Composer: Adrian Gabriel Crespo
Composer: Fabian Cartagena Torres
Composer: Jadiel Jesus Nunez Oliveras
Composer: Julio Emmanuel Batista Santos
Composer: Michael Torres
Composer: Miguel Angel Rodríguez Rivera
Composer: Orlando J. Cepeda Matos
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mera, con Sibiri
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ga-ga, bum, bum, bum, bum
Bajo el agua yo sé nadar, como Rafael
Y si a mí me preguntan, yo no tengo na que ver (los Baller de la City)
Ando en el carro loco, y lo pido, se va a caer
Me enteré que es una diabla y que me quiere poseer
Pasa que de esto sabe mucho, yo nunca fallo un show
El Baller de la City te cumple los capricho'
Que yo era rompedor desde ante' lo sospechó
Modo efímero, tú no me puede dar screenshot
Más dinero, menos pana, y a Dominicana
Mi vida de rockstar, hago lo que me dé la gana
Catfish de las rede, tú no vives lo que canta'
Tú nunca has sabido a los que rompen la ventana
Yo no creo en la paz, yo sí los vigilo
No jodo con banco, lo mío e'romper kilo'
Mi camisa Lanvin, esto no es Baby Milo, yeah
Siempre ando con Paquita la del Barrio
Si compran los cojone, no regalo cone
Yo soy Lamborghini, no estos lambone, yeah
Yo soy joven, pero me tratan como OG (como un líder)
Gasté 15 pa no repetir la combi
Yo represento a los bandidos que me oyen
Ya no me tapo la cara con emojis
Siempre escucho los consejo' de los OG
Así que tranquilo, Bobby
Prueban y se van OD
Ellas me bellaquean a la que el Netflix hace loading
Sabe que si ando lonely, el palo y la corta vienen obli
Quiere saber lo que es andar con un baller
Ya ni pregunto cuánto vale
Yo los mato a distancia como lo hacía Ray Allen
Los francotiradores se apuntan solo pa que jalen
El lío es que no hablen a la que los feo' allanen
Voy de Caimito a Caparra con estuches de guitarra
Cuando me voy de farra el VIP parece una barra
Ella fuego no amarra y a dos mano' me lo agarra
Se pone Jordan Retro, hace el fly y se espatarra
La envidia mata, ellos que mueran poco a poco
Si a ti sin cojone te tiene, a mí tampoco
Me siento Mida, convierto en oro lo que toco
La TRX parece una tumbacoco
Yo soy joven, pero me tratan como un OG (Young Kingz, baby)
Gasté 15 pa no repetir la combi (big deal)
Yo represento a los bandido' que me oyen
Ya no me tapo la cara con emojis, ja, ja
Ey, ja, ja
Cuando se habla de código' OG
No te vo'a mentir, cabrón
¡No capeamos feka! (Ja, ja, ja, ja)
Siempre que salgo, la aplico, y les mando corriente como los perito'
No es un mito que nado con más herramienta' que el Home Depot (no)
Por la Campo Rico buscando bajarle el fronte a Fito (goddamn)
Con los pipi y toa las paca' como los cachete'e Quico (you know it)
Nunca hice esto por la fama, lo hice pa salir del lodo, yeah
No hay modo, es que estoy bendecío, Dios me lo ha dao todo (yeah, yeah)
No me olvido el que me dio la mano ni el que me dio'e codo'
Cabrone, tan to pelao' y pa los bolsillo' no hay yodo
Nigga, I'm ballin' como CP3 (ballin'), she wanna fuck con el OG (okay)
Trajo una amiga de dúo, pues las do' van pa'l split (you know it)
Si los pillo en la corrida, vo'a volcarte el ATV
Yo ando con bandidos serio', tú anda' con los huelebi, ja, ja
No soy valet, pero a tu baby vo'a parkear, vo'a parquear
La pusimo a cabecear, pero na'má fue por quiquear
Time is money, por eso es que fui y me compré un Audemars
Cabrón, yo compro tu vida con lo que hay en la black card, yeah, uh
Si hablan de piquete, tengo to los cheat code (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cuadrando un negocio y tu baby dándome un deepthroat (let's get it)
Bichote' legale, millone vendiendo disco' (baby)
Lambebicho, yo soy Barry Bonds en San Francisco (prr, prr, prr)
Ja, ja, yo soy joven, pero me tratan como un OG
Gasté 15 mil, cabrón, yo no repito combi
Yo le canto a los bandidos que me oyen
Tú sabes los código', es everything OG
Forever OG, all my niggas OG
Ga-ga, bum, bum, bum, bum
LYKE MIIKE
LYKE MIIKE
Yeah
English translation
Mera, with Sibiri
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ga-ga, boom, boom, boom, boom
Underwater I know how to swim, like Rafael
And if you ask me, I have nothing to do with (the City Baller)
I'm in the crazy car, and I ask for it, it's going to fall
I found out that she is a devil and that she wants to possess me
He happens to know a lot about this, I never miss a show
The Baller of the City fulfills your whims'
That I was a breaker from before' he suspected it
Ephemeral mode, you can't give me a screenshot
More money, less corduroy, and to the Dominican Republic
My rockstar life, I do whatever I want
Catfish from the networks, you don't live what he sings'
You have never known those who break the window
I don't believe in peace, I do watch over them
I don't fuck with the bank, mine is 'breaking kilo'
My Lanvin shirt, this is not Baby Milo, yeah
I always go with Paquita from the neighborhood
If you buy the cojone, I don't give away the cojone
I am Lamborghini, not these lambone, yeah
I'm young, but they treat me like OG (like a leader)
I spent 15 to avoid repeating the combo
I represent the bandits who hear me
I no longer cover my face with emojis
I always listen to the advice of the OGs
So calm down, Bobby
They try and leave OD
They bully me like the one that Netflix makes loading
He knows that if I'm alone, the stick and the cut come oblivion
He wants to know what it's like to walk with a baller
I don't even ask how much it is worth
I kill them from a distance like Ray Allen did
Snipers aim only so they can pull
The problem is that they don't speak to the one that the ugly ones raid
I go from Caimito to Caparra with guitar cases
When I go partying the VIP looks like a bar
The fire does not tie and with two hands it grabs me
He puts on Jordan Retro, does the fly and spreads out
Envy kills, let them die little by little
If he has no cojone for you, neither does he for me
I feel like Mida, I turn what I touch into gold
The TRX looks like a bulldozer
I'm young, but they treat me like an OG (Young Kingz, baby)
I spent 15 to not repeat the combo (big deal)
I represent the bandits who hear me
I no longer cover my face with emojis, ha ha
Hey ha ha
When talking about code' OG
I'm not going to lie to you, bastard
We don't weather feka! (Ha ha ha ha)
Every time I go out, I apply it, and I send them current like the experts do.'
It is not a myth that I swim with more tools than Home Depot (no)
Through Campo Rico looking to lower Fito's front (goddamn)
With the pipi and all the paca' like the cachete'e Quico (you know it)
I never did this for fame, I did it to get out of the mud, yeah
There is no way, I am blessed, God has given me everything (yeah, yeah)
I don't forget the one who gave me his hand or the one who gave me his elbow
Cabrone, so cheap and for the pockets there is no iodine
Nigga, I'm ballin' like CP3 (ballin'), she wanna fuck with the OG (okay)
She brought a friend as a duo, because they both go to split (you know it)
If I catch them in the bullfight, I'm going to overturn your ATV
I'm serious with bandits, you're with the Olubi, ha, ha
I'm not a valet, but I'm going to park your baby, I'm going to park
We made her head, but it was just for quiquear
Time is money, that's why I went and bought an Audemars
Bastard, I buy your life with what's on the black card, yeah, uh
If they talk about picket, I have all the cheat codes (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Setting up a business and your baby giving me a deepthroat (let's get it)
Bichote' legale, million selling album' (baby)
Lambebicho, I'm Barry Bonds in San Francisco (prr, prr, prr)
Ha ha, I'm young, but they treat me like an OG
I spent 15 thousand, bastard, I don't repeat combi
I sing to the bandits who hear me
You know the code, it's everything OG
Forever OG, all my niggas OG
Ga-ga, boom, boom, boom, boom
LYKE MIIKE
LYKE MIIKE
Yeah