Infierno - yung beef, Kiid Favelas

La-La-La-La Vendicion

Yo', Gelato, infierno

Uhh

Bebé aquí no estamo' en mierda' comerciale'

Pa' mi gata es gangster

Díselo, Yampi

Favela (esto es Fendi no Fenty)

Fernandito Kit-Kat, Kit-Kat

Quítate ese chingo del pelo, baby, nos vamos pal' cielo

Da igual cómo nos miren, baby, yo te quiero

Red bottom but you know I’m from the bottom

Bitch, you know I’m from the bottom

No soy bueno, soy del barrio

Ahórrate tus comentarios que hoy estás con los sicario'

Guárdate el rosario que si no traes el mal fario

X on rose, tus labios glossy

Baila como quieras, aquí nadie nos tose

Bebé, es por ti que no paro 'e beber

Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer

Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle

Sin saber qué hacer

Bebé, es por ti que no paro 'e beber

Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer

Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle

Sin saber qué hacer

Mi baby, yo lo sé

Que cuando bailamos reggaetón tú te piensa' en venirte

Mi baby, yo lo sé

Tú eres dura pero es que en tu cultura ningún tigre te lo sabe hacer

Siempre te vas sin despedirte (Ouh-oh)

Y ya, baby yo sólo pienso en el trá

De cuando te vuelva a encontrar

Y te me ponga' detrá'

Dime qué va' a hacer, ¿tú te vas a quitar?

Baby, tú sólo piensa en el trá

No va' a poder disimular

Trá, trá, ah, trá (wow)

Mami, te pones mis prendas de Armani

Las cosa' que dicen tus amigas

Que soy Riviera Manny

Bebé, es por ti que no paro 'e beber

Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer

Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle

Sin saber qué hacer

Bebé, es por ti que no paro 'e beber

Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer

Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle

Sin saber qué hacer

Trá, trá

Sin saber que hacer

Trá, trá

Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle

Sin saber qué hacer

Ey, Favela, my man

Díselo, que a nosotros nos escuchan los X-Men

El presidente, yeah

La Mafia del Amor, bebé, eh

Rosa pistola, esta es para que me roce la pistola

La reina del reggaetón

México, Puerto Rico, España, qué lo what

Soy la muerte con la guadaña

Tanger

Reggaetón con los sicarios bebé

Díselo Khaled

Salimo' a matar (eh)

No hay mierda comercial

Pa' mi gata gangster

La-La-La-La Sale

I', Gelato, hell

uh

Baby here we are not in commercial shit

Pa' my cat is a gangster

Tell him Yampi

Favela (this is Fendi not Fenty)

Fernandito Kit-Kat, Kit-Kat

Get that shit out of your hair, baby, we're going to heaven

No matter how they look at us, baby, I love you

Red bottom but you know I'm from the bottom

Bitch, you know I'm from the bottom

I'm not good, I'm from the neighborhood

Save your comments because today you are with the hitmen'

Keep the rosary that if you don't bring the bad fate

X on rose, your lips glossy

Dance as you want, here nobody coughs on us

Baby, it's because of you that I don't stop drinking

It is because of you that I have returned to believe

I was down and alone on the street

Without knowing what to do

Baby, it's because of you that I don't stop drinking

It is because of you that I have returned to believe

I was down and alone on the street

Without knowing what to do

My baby, I know

That when we dance reggaeton you think about coming

My baby, I know

You are tough but in your culture no tiger knows how to do it to you

You always leave without saying goodbye (Ouh-oh)

And now, baby, I only think about the traffic

From when I meet you again

And put me 'behind'

Tell me what are you going to do, are you going to take off?

Baby, you only think about the traffic

It's not going to be able to hide

Tra, tra, ah, tra (wow)

Mommy, you wear my Armani clothes

The things that your friends say

I am Riviera Manny

Baby, it's because of you that I don't stop drinking

It is because of you that I have returned to believe

I was down and alone on the street

Without knowing what to do

Baby, it's because of you that I don't stop drinking

It is because of you that I have returned to believe

I was down and alone on the street

Without knowing what to do

tra, tra

Without knowing what to do

tra, tra

I was down and alone on the street

Without knowing what to do

Hey, Favela, my man

Tell him, that the X-Men listen to us

The president, yeah

The Mafia of Love, baby, huh

Pink gun, this is for me to rub the gun

The queen of reggaeton

Mexico, Puerto Rico, Spain, what what what

I am death with the scythe

Tangier

Reggaeton with the baby hitmen

tell him khaled

We went out to kill (eh)

no commercial shit

For my gangster cat