Tú tienes tu moda
No te hablen de calle
Te la sabes toda
Bebes ron con soda
Y terminas hablando raro
Como Yoda
Tu vida se enloda
Te dicen demente
La gente te apoda
No crees en la boda
No crees en amor
Solo crees en la droga
Así no dialoga
Como un demente
Tú te cataloga’
Pelo de colore’
Mujeres pandilla
Pandillas te ahogan
Tú eres la rabia
Lo más calle, lo más dura
Que ha pasao′ por aquí
Tus panas son fieles
Leales a toda
Ellos sе mueren por ti
Lo tuyo es bеber y fumar
Beber y fumar
Hasta que se agota
Pensando que puede llenar
Que puede llenar
Esa vida rota
Dices que nadie te derrota
Que el bolsillo se te abarrota
Oliendo, fumando, bebiendo
Hasta que el cerebro
Casi se te explota
Lo tuyo es decirle
A las mujeres gatas
Cachorras, marranas
Pero matas a tu’ pana’
Si le dicen lo mismo a tu hermana
Pepa’, marijuana
A estas cosas nadie compara
Luego le doy gracias a Dios
Por todo el dinero que tú te gana
Pana, esa es tu moda?
Gucci, ferragamo
Versace comprada?
Hay que aplaudirte la entrada
Sin hacer filas en la entrada
Tú dices que nadie te agrada
Y que la lealtad es sagrada
Pero llegas a tu cama
Y terminas llorando en tu almohada
Yo tengo tu moda, yo tengo mi moda
Yo tengo tu moda, yo tengo mi moda
Yo tengo tu moda, yo tengo mi moda
Yo tengo tu moda, yo tengo mi moda
Yo tengo tu moda, yo tengo mi moda
Yo tengo tu moda, yo tengo mi moda
No, no… No, no, no
No… No, no, no
Mi moda no es igual que la tuya bro
No pasa mi moda bro
No pasa mi flow
Mi moda fue en el cielo que se diseñó
Mis tenis no son Balenciaga
Me siento cómodo con Vans
La gente que escucha mi música
Son mis hermanos no les llamo fans
Mi novia no exhibe su cuerpo
No tiene que ponerse implante’
No debo tener cinco mujere’
Para sentirme que soy gangster
En mi fiesta no se fuma hierba
Lo más que me bebo es refresco
No tengo enemigos solo satanás
Y en mis canciones lo desvanezco
Yo no critico tu estilo
Quiero evitar tu sepelio
Pues así me entiendes Cornelio
Lo mejor es el evangelio
Ra, cata, bam, bam, blash
Flow que propone
No se impone con cash
Ni con millonarios
Sin usar Maybach
Vas atroz
Vine a quitarte la tos
Rompiendo y haciendo
Estragos con mi voz
Soy hijo de Dios y lo sabes voz
Que como yo no existen dos
So you know you
Can’t play with me, b
Demasiado real para ti
Como el flow que tengo sobre mi beat
No soy wannabe, be, be, be
Con el mal que viví
Para siempre dividí
Con tu vara que medís
Las bolas me las medí
Sí sé que me excedí
Pero ya me arrepentí, wuh, wuh
Mi vida sentí con palabra para ti (el enemigo derretí)
En su raza me metí
Llegaremos a thaití
Como te prometí
Pero nunca me batí
Yo tengo tu moda, yo tengo mi moda
Yo tengo tu moda, yo tengo mi moda
Yo tengo tu moda, yo tengo mi moda
Yo tengo tu moda, yo tengo mi moda
Yo tengo tu moda, yo tengo mi moda
Wuuuuh
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Kike Pavón – Has Aumentado
Mi Moda Lyrics English
You have your fashion
Don’t talk to you about street
You know everything
Babies rum with soda
And you end up talking weird
Like Yoda
Your life is muddled
They tell you insane
People nickname
You don’t believe in the wedding
You don’t believe in love
You just think in drug
So not dialogue
Like a insane
You catalog you ‘
Colored hair ‘
Women gang
Gangs drown you
You are the anger
The most street, the toughest
That has passed ′ here
Your panas are faithful
Loyal to all
They are die for you
Yours is bminate and smoking
Drink and smoking
Until it runs out
Thinking that you can fill
That can fill
That broken life
You say nobody defeats you
That your pocket is crowded
Smelling, smoking, drinking
Until the brain
You almost exploded
Yours is to say
To women cats
Puppies, marranas
But you kill your ‘corduroy’
If you tell your sister the same
Pepa ‘, Marijuana
No one compares to these things
Then I thank God
For all the money you earn you
Pana, is that your fashion?
Gucci, Ferragamo
Versace bought?
You have to applaud the entrance
Without ranks at the entrance
You say nobody like
And that loyalty is sacred
But you get to your bed
And you end up crying in your pillow
I have your fashion, I have my fashion
I have your fashion, I have my fashion
I have your fashion, I have my fashion
I have your fashion, I have my fashion
I have your fashion, I have my fashion
I have your fashion, I have my fashion
No no no no no
No no no no
My fashion is not the same as yours bro
My fashion does not pass
My flow does not happen
My fashion was in the sky that was designed
My tennis are not Balenciaga
I feel comfortable with Vans
People who listen to my music
They are my brothers, I don’t call them fans
My girlfriend does not exhibit her body
You don’t have to put implant ‘
I must not have five women ‘
To feel that I’m gangster
In my party you don’t smoke herb
The most I drink is soda
I have no enemies only Satan
And in my songs I fell out
I do not criticize your style
I want to avoid your funeral
Well, you understand me Cornelio
The best is the Gospel
Ra, tasting, bam, bam, blast
Flow that proposes
It is not imposed with cash
Not even with millionaires
Without using Maybach
You go atrocious
I came to take off your cough
Breaking and doing
Ravage with my voice
I am the son of God and you know voice
That like me there are no two
So you know you
Can’t Play With Me, B
Too real for you
Like the flow that I have about my beat
I’m not wannabe, be, be, be
With the evil that I lived
Forever I divided
With your rod that medis
I measure them balls
Yes I know that I exceed
But I repent, wuh, wuh
My life I felt with word for you (the enemy melted)
In his race I got
We will reach Thaiti
As I promised you
But I never beat
I have your fashion, I have my fashion
I have your fashion, I have my fashion
I have your fashion, I have my fashion
I have your fashion, I have my fashion
I have your fashion, I have my fashion
Wuuuh
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