LYRICS GAME

I make them dance 'La Pelúa'

And the one that doesn't dance, let them get their hair ripped out

Sons of b*tches, don't egg me on

Read the numbers so that you educate yourselves

I don't make songs, I make anthems so that they don't expire

In this genre I was a Hadouken

And they went extinct like the dinosaurs

Before that you turn me off, the sun goes out

We went up and broke the elevator

The prep that threw Bulbasaur at them

damn rabbit

Now I look at them from above and from afar

I don't answer DMs, no, talk with my management

But he's also going to ignore you

I swear that I didn't mean to act like a d*ck

I hit all my crushes, shh, I'm already bored even of f*cking

And I really am milly without using Richard

Yankee is retiring and we are going to switch

I'm gonna be the boss, they're gonna sign me

My name is always going to be heard

Because I'm at my peak

I'm at my peak

I'm a king, champion, Booker T

I'm at my peak

I'm at my peak

Look at what I turned into

My composer award bothers them

But it's that nobody composes anymore

None of these people write in their songs, so don't get excited

The best-selling album of this f*cking year

I took them to school, everybody trying to make its sequel

They stay in line, nobody cuts in on me

Shake it, brunette, shake it

Shake it, brunette

Bad Bunny took all the awards and the b*stard didn't even go

You guys paying to go viral

I'm making hits without doing promo

People ask themselves how

Since I was a kid they know how we are

I never ask for a thank you

I'm coco, you guys are bakin'

Booker T hitting me with a breaking

I'm at my peak, b*stard

And I'm going to stay at my peak, b*stard

I'm a king, champion, Booker T

I'm at my peak

And I'm going to stay at my peak

Look at me, you what? you what? Nah-nah

B*stard, you're fake

Can you dig it, sucker?

I'm not even going to front, hit repeat, b*stard

So that you see that I'm really a son of a b*tch