Jajajaja, Kiko, ilumínalo'. Yo 'toy fumando gelato con la brisa del campo
Abuso de la Dior porque yo no uso trapo'
Tú será' capo por la' capa' de tu cabeza
Parcero' se lo dicen, que este negro 'tá berraco
Jajajaja, Kiko, ilumínalo'. Yo 'toy fumando gelato con la brisa del campo
Abuso de la Dior porque yo no uso trapo'
Tú será' capo por la' capa' de tu cabeza
Parcero' se lo dicen, que este negro 'tá berraco
[Coro]
Bi-Bi-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba-Ba
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba (Ouh)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba, Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
(Ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay)
Bi-Bi-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba-Ba
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba (Ouh)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba, Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
(Oye cómo e' que dice ahí)
[Verso 1]
Soy un guerrero de la 8
Disparando númerito' hasta vestío' de motoconcho
¿Tú quiere' de mi puré? Puncha un chin, te lo despacho
Porque la mano la meto aunque sea mocho, hmm
Vestío' de negro como Batman
No me tiren por el WhatsApp, que no lo copio a fantasma'
Tu dama me lo mama, y yo boto con tu drama
Que ere' un panda de mentira porque no te ha' busca'o lana
Tú lo que quiere' e' fama, y no damo' sonido
Ahorita, piensan por lo' cuello' que son lavado de activo'
('Tá loco por llegarme y por Dio' 'toy activo
Yo lo muevo culebra, ya depuré al engreído)
John Jairon me la pasa, 'tá harto de la' bala'
Yo te dejé la calle, con música la aplico
Si ayuda', ayuda al pobre, pero ahora yo soy rico
A lo' que 'taban hablando yo le' pasé a cinto y pico
(Ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay; Kiko, ilumínalo')
[Coro]
Bi-Bi-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba-Ba
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba (Ouh)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba, Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
(Ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay)
Bi-Bi-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba-Ba
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba (Ouh)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba, Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
[Puente]
'Toy fumando gelato con la brisa del campo
Abuso de la Dior porque yo no uso trapo'
Tú será' capo por la' capa' de tu cabeza
Parcero' se lo dicen, que este negro 'tá berraco
[Verso 2]
Yo visto caro a cada rato
Engel me tiró, dijo que tiene lo' contacto'
Si yo 'toy vivo e' porque con Dio' tengo un pacto
Y lo' cuero' que tú le' 'tá tirando, chillin' la' rapo
Lo' tengo como una estatua
El pana ya no habla porque se le fue la guagua
Lo' gánster' que la corren, en Instagram no hablan
Ni se pasan porque yo no cojo cabra, ah
[Coro]
Bi-Bi-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba-Ba
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba (Ouh)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba, Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
(Ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay)
Bi-Bi-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba-Ba
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba (Ouh)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba, Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
[Outro]
Eh, mira, tengo que da' lo' crédito' a Kiko El de lo Alka, el que iluminó (DJ Kiko Produce)
Braulio Fogon, mira
Si no e' fogon, e' contrario
Andy
Kaiosama
Papi John, John Jairon, pásame eso' bobo'
Cloba
Brayan Bloque
DJ Ricky
Eh, mira, jajaja
¿Tú 'tá loco, manito? Pulío' fogon, mira, en alta
Mira, mega fogon
Le' subí el ki fue
Hahahaha, Kiko, light it up. I 'toy smoking gelato with the country breeze
I abuse the Dior because I don't use rags
You will be' capo for the' cape' of your head
Partner 'they tell him, that this black 'tá borraco
[Chorus]
Bi-Bi-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba-Ba
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba (Ouh)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba, Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
(Ouch, ouch-ouch, ouch-ouch, ouch-ouch, ouch-ouch)
Bi-Bi-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba-Ba
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba (Ouh)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba, Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
(Hey how e 'what he says there)
[Verse 1]
I am a warrior of the 8
Shooting little numbers 'even dressed' as a motoconcho
Do you want' my puree? Punch a chin, I'll send it to you
Because I put my hand in it even if it's a lot, hmm
Dressed in black like Batman
Don't throw me on WhatsApp, I don't copy it to ghost'
Your lady sucks me, and I throw with your drama
That you're a fake panda because you haven't been looking for wool
What you want is fame, and we don't give sound
Right now, they think because of the 'neck' that they are asset laundering'
('He's crazy to come to me and for Dio' 'I'm active
I move it snake, I already purged the smug)
John Jairon passes it to me, 'you're fed up with the' bullet'
I left you the street, with music I apply it
If it helps, it helps the poor, but now I'm rich
To what 'they were talking about I' I passed to cinto and pico
(Ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay; Kiko, light it up')
[Chorus]
Bi-Bi-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba-Ba
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba (Ouh)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba, Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
(Ouch, ouch-ouch, ouch-ouch, ouch-ouch, ouch-ouch)
Bi-Bi-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba-Ba
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba (Ouh)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba, Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
[Bridge]
'Toy smoking gelato with the country breeze
I abuse the Dior because I don't use rags
You will be' capo for the' cape' of your head
Partner 'they tell him, that this black 'tá borraco
[Verse 2]
I dress expensive every time
Engel threw me, said that he has the 'contact'
If I 'toy alive and' because with Dio' I have a pact
And the 'leather' that you' 'are throwing, chillin' the' rapo
I have it like a statue
The corduroy no longer speaks because the bus left
The 'gangster' who run it, on Instagram they don't speak
They don't even pass because I don't take goat, ah
[Chorus]
Bi-Bi-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba-Ba
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba (Ouh)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba, Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
(Ouch, ouch-ouch, ouch-ouch, ouch-ouch, ouch-ouch)
Bi-Bi-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba-Ba
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Bi, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba (Ouh)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba, Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di
Bi-Bi-Di-Di-Di-Di-Di, Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
[Outro]
Hey, look, I have to give credit to Kiko El de lo Alka, the one who lit up (DJ Kiko Produce)
Braulio Fogon, look
If not e' stove, e' contrary
Andy
kaiosama
Papi John, John Jairon, pass me that 'silly'
Cloba
Brian Block
dj ricky
Hey look lol
Are you crazy, little man? Pulío 'fogon, look, high
look, mega stove
I' uploaded the ki was