Yeh, yeh, yeh
Pass me the hookah, eh
The choir is already lit up
The women walk around without husbands, eh
Pass me the hookah, eh
North pole, with everything we're cold
Demagogue doesn't even say anything eh, ey
Today I go around feeling good, La Romana lights up better than Dubai, ey
You're a bandit, you bring it, ey
If I tell her to arrive, she comes, ey
Hopefully, hopefully, tonight you are my babe, eh, hey
You and I naked by the sugar refinery, ey
If I want the movie I'll leave it on replay, ey
Today I'm with the fool that doesn't fight nor shoot (No)
But all the Diegos in PR come with my face (Prr)
Dude, and what's up with this cunning dude that doesn't relax the hose?
Tell me buddy, did they sew my mouth? I don't know how to smoke, eh?
Is the hookah yours or did you set it up?*
He doesn't let go of the hose, crazy
Shit, what a gangster this cunning man, Reggie Miller**
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Pass me the hookah, eh
The choir is already lit up
The women walk around without husbands, eh
Pass me the hookah, eh
North pole, with everything we're cold
Demagogue doesn't even say anything
Pass me the hookah, eh
The choir is already lit up
The women walk around without husbands, eh
Pass me the hookah, eh
North pole, with everything we're cold
Demagogue doesn't even say anything
And I stay with you
Until the night ends
And I stay with you
Until the night ends
And I stay with you
Until the night ends
And I stay with you
Until it end-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en-en
And what does the street throw?
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire
And what does the street throw?
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire (Uh)
Fiery, hot, fiery, hot
Fiery, hot, fiery, hot
Fiery, hot, fiery, hot
Fiery, hot, fiery, hot
Don't compare me, I have the money to buy the competition (Rrr)
I was my entire movement with your offspring (Yah)
Everyday I go up and you despair (Yah)
And everytime I rise in level I take away the stairs (Uf)
I took all the demagogues off the table
And still they want to stay stuck on the kettle
The street has fire, the street has fire
No matter his throw El Alfa doesn't miss (Ya)
The whole world loves me, I have the money
And the women lick me like the El Chavo lollipop
Even the demagogues follow me
You want me to kill you by a bullet or kill you by stick? (Prr)
The checks arrive, the checks arrive, the checks arrive
(Yah, yah)
The checks arrive, the checks arrive, the checks arrive
(Yah, yah)
What the street throws is
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire
Fiery, hot, fiery, hot
Fiery, hot, fiery, hot
Fiery, hot, fiery, hot
Fiery, hot, fiery, hot
The street is on fire, careful, don't burn yourself
They all want to be me, they want my DNA
I'm already a legend and I'm still a kid
She doesn't mention you and even less if she comes (Grrr)
They smash themselves, they end up like Pompeii (Lava)
You're listening to the new star (Wuh)
The disco is lit, bring the bottle
Ask for more, ask for me, this one isn't enough for me
What fucking happiness, today all the girls will get it, ey (Shh)
Everyone silent, we don't give details, ey
Your baby called for me to grind on her
It indicates my crazy, give me the light (light)
Who the fuck are you?
You are a demago- You are a demago-
You are a dema ga-ge-gi-go-gu
And what does the street throw?
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire
And what does the street throw?
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire (Fire, fire)
Fire, fire
Yo
You guys don't have money, you're in trouble
Send me the location, I'm going to send you five dembows in an Uber
So it hits you
Good Bunny, Bad Bunny
El Alfa El Jefe, the plant, the beast, the best
You already know
1. in case anyone gets confused the hose they are referring to is the hose or whatever thing on a hookah