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[Intro]
¿Cómo crees que las personas latinas van a reaccionar al trap?
¿Esta música explícita no te trae problemas a ti?
¿En un asunto de intereses, vainas, premios?
Seguro, yo me la estoy jugando ahora mismo

Tú te estás saliendo un poquito de tu zona de confort, a ti te va muy bien en el reggaeton, sin embargo, estás apostando por este nuevo género, ¿No te da un poquito de miedo eso?
Yo no sé lo que es eso

[Verso 1]
Yo nací en el 91′, comencé a los 17
Y ahora estoy como Angelo Millones en el 2007
Poderoso, yo brego con trap y no con coso
Estos cabrones to’s chotearon por no ver el calabozo

¿De qué calle es la que tú estás hablándome?
Tengo a los gringos arriba chequeandome
Porque disque mucho ‘toy buscándome
Y me paso en el barrio con los míos calentándome

Pero que vo’a hacer, aquí fue donde yo crecí
Pues lo que mis ojos vieron, eso fue lo que aprendí
Que en la calle no hay amigos y que hay que sobrevivir
No porque me gané un grammy la calle se fue de mí

[Puente]
Me cansé de la hipocresía
Me cansé de tantas mentiras
Y de la falta de hombría
Que tienen estos cabrones, por fama y putas se viran

[Coro]
¿De qué calle es la que tú estás hablándome?
Tengo arriba a los gringos chequeándome
Porque disque mucho toy’ buscándome
Y me paso en el barrio con los míos calentándome

¿De qué calle es la que tú estás hablándome?
Tengo arriba a los gringos chequeándome
Porque disque mucho toy’ buscándome
Y me paso en el barrio con los míos calentándome

[Verso 2]
Ando con la Movie aquí en Miami
A lo Dan Bilzerian con putas haciendo party
Fumando hierba adentro de un Ferrari
Hablando mierda en las canciones me hice millonari

Como Gianluca Vacchi
Bailando completo vestido de Versace (Versace, Versace)
Como Dennis Rodman
Con el pelo pintado guiliando con un Banshee (Banshee)

¿Qué carajo quieren que yo haga?
¿Qué a to’ el mundo le siga los pasos?
¿Qué to’ el tiempo yo me esté riendo?
¿Cómo si del circo fuera otro payaso?

Yo no hago esto por dinero
Lo hago por el entretenimiento
Ustedes no trapean el talento
Y me adueñé de este movimiento

Ahora pa’ hacer reggaeton hay que ser culisimpático
Yo soy un antipático, tremendo problemático
Hipócrita, no aplico, ustedes suenan básico
No me coja’ e’ pendejo porque no soy tu fanático

Esto está cabrón
Chequea como te pone a mover la cabeza
Solté el reggaeton
Porque se convirtió en un concurso de belleza

Yo soy feo, no soy como Ken
Pero me hacen lindos los de a cien
Sin cojones me tiene to’ lo que hablen
Aborden ahora o se les pasa el tren

[Outro]
Tú podías escoger pichearle al trap, seguir con el reggaeton
Al carajo el trap, reggaeton es lo que es
Exacto, y yo soy una persona, que a mí me gusta desarrollar cosas, me entiendes
Y yo veo, que como ya yo he abierto tantas puertas y tengo una credibilidad dentro de la industria
Quizá las personas que todavía no creen en el movimiento, al ver que un líder como yo lo estoy llevando
Abran esa puerta y todo el mundo pase por esa puerta, ¿Me entiendes lo que te quiero decir?

Farru
EZ (EZ made the beat)
Prida
Joniel
The Reason

Ustedes están hablando con el mayor exportador de trap a nivel latinoamericano
This is TrapXficante
Aquí movemos trap por toneladas

[Verse 1]
I believe what I say
Why does everyone hear me wrong?
If I told you different, would it sound the same?
Would it make a difference in anyway? Oh no
I know I done wrong I’ll pay for it
It’s your turn to talk for once I’m listenin’

[Chorus 1]
Say that you don’t want me
Say that you don’t need me
Tell me I’m the fool
Tell me you’ve been tortured
Tell me you’ve been beaten
And what I’ve done to you
Even if it doesn’t matter
Matter what’s true
Say that you don’t want me
Say that you don’t need me
Tell me I’m the fool

[Verse 2]
Look at all this heartache, what is left?
Forgetting how it started, this is how it ends, oh no
I know I’ve done some wrong I’ll pay for it
But it’s your turn to talk, for once I’m listening

[Chorus 2]
Say that you don’t want me
Say that you don’t need me
Tell me I’m the fool
Tell me you’ve been tortured
Tell me you’ve been beaten
And what I’ve done to you
Even if it doesn’t matter
Matter what’s true
Tell me that I’m unknown to you
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Say that you don’t want me
Say that you don’t need me
Tell me I’m the fool
Tell me you’ve been tortured
Tell me you’ve been beaten
And what I’ve done to you
And even if it doesn’t matter
Matter what’s true
Say that you don’t want me
Say that you don’t need me
Tell me I’m the fool

[Outro]
Tell me that it’s over
Tell me that you mean it
This time is true
Tell me that I’m unknown
To you

Big Dawg
There’s a lot of niggas runnin’ round here actin like big dawgs man
Hey y’all niggas know who the big dawg is man
Still ain’t grow yet lil poodle
Lil boy ass nigga, chihuahua ass nigga
Stay in your lane lil’ nigga
Soak up some game lil’ nigga
Stay in your lane lil’ nigga
Soak up some game lil’ nigga
Soak up some game lil’ nigga
Stay in your lane lil’ nigga
Said I wouldn’t pop and I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell ’em, it’s 50 to kick it
Trappin’ like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors off the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bitch, I got love in my city
And I got plugs in your city
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
My paper straight like a big dawg
I’m holdin’ weight like a big dawg
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
Now I stay strapped like a big dawg
Hit from the back like a big dawg
Big dawg, big dawg
Hit in the head him watch his shit fall
Run through the city like crip walk
Bitch, I got racks like Big Tymer
Run up on me trippin’ they gon’ miss y’all
Fuck nigga broke need to fix y’all
Chopper bullet thumbin’ like a guitar
Never knew a nigga make it this far
Big dawg, big dawg
Walking through the city like a big dawg
Pull up on a nigga in a rented car
Strip a nigga naked like a pornstar
Big dawg, big dawg
Big dawg do I what wanna
Big dawg, blowin’ marijuana
We used to run around, 50 bricks in Gucci Hummer
So dread nigga was the gunner
I feed your ass to piranhas
Put you to bed like pyjamas
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
I’m runnin’ shit like I’m congress
I’m gonna eat like regardless
Your big dawg paying me homage
I’m the Clay Co Mr. Rogers
Said I wouldn’t pop and I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell ’em, it’s 50 to kick it
Trappin’ like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors off the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bitch, I got love in my city
And I got plugs in your city
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
My paper straight like a big dawg
I’m holdin’ weight like a big dawg
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
Now I stay strapped like a big dawg
Hit from the back like a big dawg
Nigga might pull up in a Mulsanne
Hell Street gang, what you claim
Call up my jeweler for a new chain
Used to have dirty ass shoestrings
Shooters on go when I tell ’em
Aimin’ at your cerebellum
Youngins they tote Mac-11’s
Aiming that scope at your melon
You know the code, never tellin’
I got your hoe at the Westin
Niggas lookin’ for me like Chapo
Make that ass clap like bravo
Pull up with the chickens like Roscoe
Strapped up, hanging out the Tahoe
Big dawg, stayin’ on my boss shit
Get your ass wet, don’t cost shit
The ice don’t make you a big dawg
You got it bad, like Kriss Kross
Fuck nigga runnin’ off with the soft
Maybach droppin’, no Rick Ross
Big dawg, big dawg, soak up some game lil’ nigga
Big dawg, big dawg stay in your lane lil’ nigga
Said I wouldn’t pop and I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell ’em, it’s 50 to kick it
Trappin’ like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors off the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bitch, I got love in my city
And I got plugs in your city
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
My paper straight like a big dawg
I’m holdin’ weight like a big dawg
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
Now I stay strapped like a big dawg
Hit from the back like a big dawg

[Intro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I’m drownin’
I’m drownin’
I’m drownin’
I’m drownin’

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Wrist so icy, wonder why she like me, bitch I’m drownin’
In water, I just bought a Cuban, dipped it in a fountain
Every where that I go it’s a light show, I’m surrounded
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I’m drownin’
I just bought a Cuban ring and dipped it in a fountain
Chain so heavy I feel like I’m holdin’ up a mountain
Every where that I go it’s a light show, I’m surrounded
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I’m drownin’

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I’m with all my niggas, I don’t go nowhere without ’em
If they don’t let us in they might throw shots at the bouncer
Actavis medicine, got it straight from out the doctor’s
I’m with RJ but I call him Wayne ’cause he’s a shotta
Pick up the ladder, put it in the gun, make the 9 stretch
Niggas with attitude, but we come straight out of Highbridge
I’m gon’ make her panties wet when she see the way I flex
I’m gon’ win a Grammy, move my family out the projects
We went from chillin’ in the projects to makin’ projects
We was tryna get to the top, and they tried to stop us
I talk for myself, bitch I don’t need no fucking’voucher
She looked at my wrist and she looked at a hundred thousand

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Wrist so icy, wonder why she like me, bitch I’m drownin’
In water, I just bought a Cuban, dipped it in a fountain
Every where that I go it’s a light show, I’m surrounded
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I’m drownin’
I just bought a Cuban ring and dipped it in a fountain
Chain so heavy I feel like I’m holdin’ up a mountain
Every where that I go it’s a light show, I’m surrounded
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I’m drownin’

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Just bought a brand new chain from Avianne
Nigga with attitude but I ain’t from Compton
Lil Kodak bitch I’m Polo’d down like Carlton
Sniper Gang I put a nigga on a carton
I’m the shit I’m fartin’, I don’t know how to potty
Pull up in a ‘Rari, I’m in the Yo like Gotti
A Boogie, I’m goin Scottie, nigga drop my deposit
I ain’t Jamaican, bitch I’m Haitian, but I got them shottas
Harley Davidson every day, I’m ridin’ with the chopper
They hatin’, I know they don’t wanna see a nigga prosper
I ain’t doing trims, I’m in the cut like I’m a barber
She call me daddy, but I ain’t her motherfucking father

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Wrist so icy, wonder why she like me, bitch I’m drownin’
In water, I just bought a Cuban, dipped it in a fountain
Every where that I go it’s a light show, I’m surrounded
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I’m drownin’
I just bought a Cuban ring and dipped it in a fountain
Chain so heavy I feel like I’m holdin’ up a mountain
Every where that I go it’s a light show, I’m surrounded
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I’m drownin’

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I’m a million lightyears away from the dark
A thousand miles and running
Country boy can survive
I’m alive, a loaded gunnin’
Backseat full of crooks
Pen and paper, this one’s for the books
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, send it
To the corner in a Travis Caddy
Everybody in this motherfucker jumpin’, footprints on the wall
Gimme the losers, the ones who don’t fit in
And with this shit we’re gonna have a ball
Swing around the mosh pit Dosie Doe
Catfish Billy and a Dobro
I’m Psycho White—oh no
I’m a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile
Comin’ out for the kill
I don’t gamble
I don’t deal with these whose whose in this mass appeal
I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a semi-truck
Then get drunk and run amuck
With every single one of my misfits
Bitch, that’s how we’re showin’ up
With them lowriders on the west side
Lift kits from the south
Jump in the passenger seat of my ’69 and hit the bootleg house
I’m on my new shit, still ready and ruthless
A public nuisance
But I feel right at home

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Yeah, since they’re sleepin’ on me, let me wake ’em up
Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up
Everything I’m talkin’ real, I ain’t make it up
I know you probably think I care, but I don’t give a fuck
But I ain’t givin’ up, I’d rather live it up
Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up
They still swervin’ in my lane, they need to give it up
But I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, really I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Still bumpin’ Three 6 all day, Hank Williams all day
So promenade when the lights in the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and break with that bottom bass
Make you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo your face
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that’s all it takes
Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock
With a cop I’m a nervous wreck
I never could keep a job ’cause I rob and I take
And I leave you with nothing left
But mama tried
Mama tried to harvest early and the pot died
If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied
Leave these haters with a cane to walk
Take these lames with a grain of salt
All I wanna do is take aim, assault, tell my story
Paint the wall from Alabama to Atlanta
From Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic view
To center who my friends, the men around me was
The culture is that slum, and I’m not alone
I put a flag in Nashville, and I’m feelin’ right at home

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Yeah, since they’re sleepin’ on me, let me wake ’em up
Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up
Everything I’m talkin’ real, I ain’t make it up
I know you probably think I care, but I don’t give a fuck
But I ain’t givin’ up, I’d rather live it up
Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up
They still swervin’ in my lane, they need to give it up
But I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, really I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
And the whole world is yours
This I know, because Nas told me so
Damn right, so give me that bag of money real quick
Let’s go, I’ve got it cranked, it’s parked out front
I’m a wanted man and I’m on the run
And I’m goin’ back to Cali to the allies where they packin’ rallies
With the skateboarders, punks and rowdies
And show ’em this country savvy
I, am, Yelawolf, and I’m feelin’ right at home