About Me - Miky Woodz

This nigga talked to me

Ellos no saben un carajo de mí, but talk to me

Llego a la disco y ya no dicen «este tipo"(no)

Dicen «llegó el de los piketes infinito'"(yeah)

Quieren medir fuerza, cabrones, yo no compito

Pa' bajarme el piquete ni aunque se unan en equipo (prr prr)

Lo lleva ajora’o de chamaquito (what you say?)

Problemas que no dejen dinero yo los evito (yeah, I do)

El OG real, a nadie imito (no)

Si tú no me conoces, hijueputa, pues cierra el pico (jaja)

Nací en la isla de los delitos

Y ando con una banda 'e joseadores que son fiel al «no me quito"(yeah yeah)

Hoy día cualquiera se cae, no es mito (hol' up)

Aquí no capeamos feca, eso está escrito

Conocen mi nombre, pero no saben na' de mí

Sólo me ven en la disco destapando el Henny

Ayer estaba en Nueva York, hoy ando por Miami

Si fuera por el piquete, me merezco un Grammy

Conocen mi nombre, pero no saben na' de mí

Sólo me ven en la disco destapando el Henny

Ayer estaba en Nueva York, hoy ando por Miami

Si fuera por el piquete, me merezco un Grammy

Desde el novent' y uno en el calentón

No creo nadie, que nos mame el bicho tu patrón

Gracias Dios por el don

Subí sin coger pon

De nadie clone

Por ende, no hay business si no hay dinero y anticipación

Pa' hacer chavos soy veloz (soy veloz, yeah)

Más que mis haters vale mi reloj

Cogí el micrófono y también la Glock (prr)

Por tanto insecto que amerita llenarle 'e boquete la cara como un astro (wooh)

Por culpa 'e la fama, aquel celoso al otro (al otro)

Y los otros pendientes a lo que hace el otro (don't do it)

Na', aquí nos jodemos por lo de nosotros (yeah yeah)

Mi éxito va por ti o que en paz desacanze el nipotro, hey man

Conocen mi nombre, pero no saben na' de mí

Sólo me ven en la disco destapando el Henny

Ayer estaba en Nueva York, hoy ando por Miami

Si fuera por el piquete, me merezco un Grammy

Conocen mi nombre, pero no saben na' de mí

Sólo me ven en la disco destapando el Henny

Ayer estaba en Nueva York, hoy ando por Miami

Si fuera por el piquete, me merezco un Grammy

¿Que ustedes son feca?

Me lo imaginé (I know it)

No son de los míos, yo los decliné (no)

Cabrón, de pana, que feo te ves jangueando con el de que me hablaste mierda la

última vez (cabrón)

Tu resumé chequié, y cuando vi que nada 'e lo tuyo es real, de una de las

páginas pasé (tú eres feca)

La vida es una escuela y hay que pasar de grado, pero mi' enemigos 'tán locos

de ver si fracasé (púdranse, cabrones)

No les miento, sin estudios progresé

En contar dinero, saqué to’as A’s, ninguna C (yes sir)

'Taba subiendo de escalón, y en una tropesé (ajá)

Porque es fácil hablar mierda cuando no estás en mis pies (rrrr)

He visto como gente con talento se han caído (se han caído)

O el vicio los tiene to' jodío

El que no trancó se quedó dormi’o

Y apareció con el canda’o en el culo meti’o (pum pum pum)

Miky Woodz

Conocen mi nombre, pero no saben na' de mí

Si fuera por el piquete, me merezco un Grammy

Conocen mi nombre, pero no saben na' de mí

Sólo me ven en la disco destapando el Henny

Ayer estaba en Nueva York, hoy ando por Miami

Si fuera por el piquete, me merezco un Grammy

No te vo’a mentir, cabrón

No capeamo' feca never

Indicando Geniuz

Gol2 Latin Music, nigga

Miky Woodz

This nigga talked to me

They don't know shit about me, but talk to me

I get to the disco and they no longer say "this guy" (no)

They say "the one with the infinite pickets has arrived" (yeah)

They want to measure strength, bastards, I don't compete

To get off the picket even if they join as a team (prr prr)

He wears it ajora'o as a little boy (what you say?)

Problems that don't leave money I avoid them (yeah, I do)

The real OG, I imitate no one (no)

If you don't know me, son of a bitch, then he shuts his mouth (haha)

I was born on the island of crimes

And I'm with a band of joseadores who are faithful to "I don't take off" (yeah yeah)

Today anyone falls, it's not a myth (hol' up)

Here we do not weather feca, that is written

They know my name, but they don't know anything about me

They only see me at the disco uncovering the Henny

Yesterday I was in New York, today I'm in Miami

If it was up to the picket line, I deserve a Grammy

They know my name, but they don't know anything about me

They only see me at the disco uncovering the Henny

Yesterday I was in New York, today I'm in Miami

If it was up to the picket line, I deserve a Grammy

From the ninety and one in the heater

I don't think anyone, let the bug suck us your boss

Thank you God for the gift

I went up without taking pon

clone nobody

Therefore, there is no business if there is no money and anticipation

To make kids I'm fast (I'm fast, yeah)

More than my haters is worth my watch

I took the microphone and also the Glock (prr)

For so much insect that deserves to fill 'and hole in the face like a star (wooh)

Because of the fame, that one jealous of the other (to the other)

And the others pending to what the other does (don't do it)

Na ', here we fuck for ourselves (yeah yeah)

My success goes for you or may the nipotro rest in peace, hey man

They know my name, but they don't know anything about me

They only see me at the disco uncovering the Henny

Yesterday I was in New York, today I'm in Miami

If it was up to the picket line, I deserve a Grammy

They know my name, but they don't know anything about me

They only see me at the disco uncovering the Henny

Yesterday I was in New York, today I'm in Miami

If it was up to the picket line, I deserve a Grammy

What are you feca?

I imagined it (I know it)

They are not mine, I declined them (no)

Bastard, corduroy, how ugly you look hanging out with the one you told me shit about

last time (fucker)

You summed it up, and when I saw that nothing of yours is real, from one of the

I turned pages (you are feca)

Life is a school and you have to pass the grade, but my enemies are so crazy

to see if I failed (fuck you bastards)

I'm not lying, without studies I progressed

In counting money, I got all A's, no C's (yes sir)

'I was going up a step, and in a stumble (aha)

'Cause it's easy to talk shit when you're not on my feet (rrrr)

I have seen how talented people have fallen (they have fallen)

Or vice has them all screwed up

The one who did not lock fell asleep

And he appeared with the padlock in his ass (pum pum pum)

Miky Woodz

They know my name, but they don't know anything about me

If it was up to the picket line, I deserve a Grammy

They know my name, but they don't know anything about me

They only see me at the disco uncovering the Henny

Yesterday I was in New York, today I'm in Miami

If it was up to the picket line, I deserve a Grammy

I'm not going to lie to you, bastard

We do not copeamo' feca never

Indicating genius

Gol2 Latin Music, nigga

Miky Woodz