Bi-Bi-Bizarrap
If it doesn’t exist, I’ll make it up.
Because I have a very violent pencil
You have plenty of support and lack talent
I suffocate the tiguere’ and leave them breathless
And as a lominera, I face my problem
And you, you are not of anything, yours is garbage
Like the coca that Pablo praised, I am pure
They pull me and I don’t answer them, always with height
That envy is going to kill you, there is no cure for that
And I am the wall, the Chinese wall
I waste my writing if I shoot this mine
I look calm, but I grew up on the corner
The street taught me to be tiguere, but fine
I have your combo nodding to all my songs in the fun
And whoever doesn’t like the style I wear, screw them
She doesn’t shine like me and that makes her uncomfortable
Everyone wants to look like me, I am fashion
The weeping ones throw the stone and hide their hand
They throw puja at me, but they don’t mention my name
She doesn’t shine like me and that makes her uncomfortable
Everyone wants to look like me, I am fashion
Lismar, I have an abnormal style
I crushed you like a tortilla on the comal
I don’t care if you don’t like me
Totally my account you are not going to pay
The new rap, now have my lumbar
Shoot me, bastard, I’m not going to fail
Are you tough? Stripping at the pole bar
Who told you that you are good for rapping?
From the Dominican Republic I am a sovereign
I’m going to die corona’ like Princess Diana
I split it in C’, on my tongue I have a katana
And if they close the door, I knock down the window
I dreamed of expressing myself, never with money and fame
But the two came to me overnight
And now with a hundred dollar bill I make the bed
Even my little dog has Cuban on his neck
They piss in their pants, everyone is afraid of the lominera
From carrying my daughters on my back so much I already feel like my hip is screwed
They bring up a topic and their audience reacts by commenting ‘skull emojis’
I live as if I died tomorrow, I have respect, anyone has talent
Even Columbus had his ship sunk if he tried to sail in the Lys Sea
My rooms are too much for the bank, and down in the bed I hid it
Don’t throw me into the cell phone, I’m not here for you
My presence scares him, like a Banshee
A lot for anyone, a real OG
Too much note, like Blue Magic
I have your combo nodding to all my songs in the fun
And whoever doesn’t like the style I wear, screw them
She doesn’t shine like me and that makes her uncomfortable
Everyone wants to look like me, I am fashion
The weeping ones throw the stone and hide their hand
They throw puja at me, but they don’t mention my name
She doesn’t shine like me and that makes her uncomfortable
Everyone wants to look like me, I am fashion
look like me
Looks-Looks like me
look like me
Looks-Looks like me
Yao, look like me, to-toa’ they want to compete
They are not singers, they are comedians who make fools of themselves for soni
I stop, that’s why I turned it on
They did not expect this together with the Bi (Biza!)
‘I’m at the top and I didn’t sell my body
Co-Like a gare the microphone I turned it on, biatch
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