Awa - Pochi, yung beef, Oldpurp

Ayy, OldPurp

What’s good, Pochi?

This is crazy

Bitch, yo estoy lit for real

Bitch, yo estoy lit for real

Bitch, yo estoy lit for real

For real, yeah, bitch, yo estoy lit (I swear)

La di con el Role' puesto

¿Tú quie' guerra con Seco?, dobla el presupuesto

Tú le habla' a tu hermano de hoes, ere' lento

El Seco solo habla con billetes 'e cien

A tu puta la pago un esteticien

Rapero' sin dinero no me entra en la sien

No sé si la quiero, creo que no

Zorra ruinera, Yoko Ono

El Seco e' el mejo', ¿e' o no?

Sin comer polla coronó

Me follo a tu bitch colono

Después me enciendo un piti Colombo

Ey, ciencuenta, ciene', dosciento', quiniento'

Dinero sangriento

To' mis amigos están muerto

Tú sabe' que el Seco siempre está en el infierno

No tiene sentimiento'

Mientra' tú duerme', está despierto

Damn, puta, me hablan los muerto' (Me hablan los muerto')

Damn, puta, yo le' contesto

Puta, soy el terror;

Alfred Hitchcock (Sangriento)

Cementerio, salen muerto'

Si ere' un hombre, tú está' muerto

Estoy moviendo ladrillo' como un arquitecto

Diamantes moja’os como Leviathan

To’s me tiran, ninguno matan

Mi riqueza aumenta

Tu puta la tengo abierta

Y pa' los presos liberta'

Los kilos están de oferta

Y ella no sabía chuparla, y yo la hice una experta

Y la calle es tan enferma

Y tu puta me hace la cena

Tú ha' compra’o un millón de visita'

Pero el Seco ha crea’o una escena

Y el que no lo admita, un pichón, da pena

Tu puta en el culo jabón de avena

Rapero' carroñero', buitre', hiena'

Sus cerebro' vacío', mi despensa llena

Yo vendo coca y tu novio en batalla' de gallo'

Eh, perdona, bitch, me equivoqué

Te lo juro en lo má' sagrado

Que to' el mundo tiene fallo'

Bitch, te lo juro

Que me creía que era el bollo

Que no sabía que era el culo

Bitch, te lo juro

Te lo juro por mis muerto'

Que ahora sé que es el culo

Y ese culo ya está muerto

Bitch, saber y ganar

Jordi Cruz no lo sabe mamar

Jordi Cruz, bitch, te vamo' a opera'

Pa' que siempre sea joven, Santo Grial

Si no sabe' de historia, bitch, ponte a estudia'

Isabel y Fernando, reyes católico'

Aww, OldPurp

What's good, Pochi?

This is crazy

Bitch, I'm lit for real

Bitch, I'm lit for real

Bitch, I'm lit for real

For real, yeah, bitch, I am lit (I swear)

I gave it with the Role' on

Do you want war with Seco? Double the budget

You talk to your brother about hoes, you're slow

El Seco only speaks with bills 'and one hundred

Your bitch was paid by a beautician

Rapper' without money it does not enter my temple

I don't know if I love her, I think not

Ruinous bitch, Yoko Ono

The Seco is the best, is it or not?

Without eating cock crowned

I fuck your bitch settler

Then I light up a Colombo piti

Hey, one hundred, one hundred, two hundred, five hundred

blood money

All my friends are dead

You know' that Seco is always in hell

He has no feeling'

While 'you sleep', he is awake

Damn, bitch, the dead speak to me' (The dead speak to me')

Damn, whore, I'll answer

Whore, I am the terror;

Alfred Hitchcock (Bloody)

Cemetery, they leave dead'

If you are a man, you are dead

I'm moving brick' like an architect

Wet diamonds like Leviathan

They all throw me, none kill

my wealth increases

I have your whore open

And for 'the prisoners free'

The kilos are on sale

And she didn't know how to suck it, and I made her an expert

And the street is so sick

And your whore makes me dinner

You have 'buy' or a million visits'

But Seco has created a scene

And whoever doesn't admit it, a pigeon, it's a pity

Your whore in the ass oatmeal soap

Rapper' scavenger', vulture', hyena'

Her brain 'empty', my pantry full

I sell coke and your boyfriend in batalla' de gallo'

Hey sorry bitch I was wrong

I swear to you in the most sacred

That the whole world has a mistake

bitch i swear

What did I think was the bun?

That I didn't know it was the ass

bitch i swear

I swear to you by my dead'

That now I know it's the ass

And that ass is already dead

bitch, know and win

Jordi Cruz doesn't know how to suck it

Jordi Cruz, bitch, we're going to opera'

So that I am always young, Holy Grail

If he doesn't know 'history, bitch, start studying'

Isabel and Fernando, Catholic kings'