TE AVISÉ

I warned you when you fought with your ex and made her cry backstage
She was crying, while you were the one out with whores while she dreamed of you
I warned you when at the gig you spat at the sound guy
I got tired of warning you so many times, at that moment you stopped being my friend

I warned you when I saw you on TV and you didn’t let your own brother speak
When you paid for that girl to drop her charges in court (oh)
I warned you when you lost your house for abusing whores and grams
Don’t go on the show, in case they ask you, 'How much do you make?' Broncano (haha)

Your girlfriends warned you, that no matter how much they put up with you, they’re not your property (broski)
You isolated them from all their friends to manipulate them at your will
It started as a fan, seemed like a good plan, an activist rapper (oh)
She didn’t imagine that the abuse was disguised as feminism

I’m warning you again from me and my people
That if you talk about my kid, you’ll end up in a dumpster (son of a bitch)
And if you want, I’ll give you a time and place
In Albaicín you don’t have the guts (prr, pussy)

I warned you and you went for another (another)
I warned you and you fell for the mistake (oh)
If you play with fire, you’ll burn fast
And the one who warns isn’t a traitor (paw)

Traitor, eh, traitor
You’re an expert at twisting things
But that’s not gonna help you this time
Because now I’m the one who’s gonna explain why no one wants you around
Now everyone’s gonna know how despicable you are
But really, first-hand, hold on, hold on

Do you think I’m gonna be scared of that shit you threw?
Do you think I’m gonna back down?
Sorry, it’s way too late
I’m not a groupie, you can’t abuse me (prr)

Now it’s my turn, son of a bitch, hold the pressure
We’re taking off soon, buckle up
All the harm you’ve done and the damage you’ve caused
Is nothing compared to the damage I’m gonna do to you

Slob, narcissist, manipulator, toxic, insecure, and jealous
I know you’re listening, nervous
You’d sell your soul, but you don’t have a piece left
You’re a junkie, pretending to be a porn actor (haha)

You have no charisma, you have a disorder
I have your ex on the phone
And she says you gave her serious diseases in her pussy
Abuser of the weak, cock sucker

Abuse me in the street, let’s see if you have the balls
Your 88 pounds last as long as you do high on coke with a hard-on
Hey, bag of bones, I’m back
Why don’t you call me and we’ll settle this?

To confront me, you don’t have the guts
You only confront kids at the airport (haha)
You’ve overdosed
Your ribs, spine, and tailbone are showing (bravo)

Tell everyone that by getting high with junkies
You gave all your friends tuberculosis (prr)
I wonder: And on your tour, where’s Granada?
They hate you from Zaidín to Chana (dude)

How can I be your son?
If you forced all your ex-girlfriends to have abortions
Women, women, more women (oh)
Stop naming them, because none of them want you (no)
You act like a communist, but you love the cheles

That’s why you never paid Blas what you owe him
Nothing is what it seems, pay attention to the boss
Stop repeating that you helped me two thousand times
You think you’re God multiplying wine and fish

Humility is like silence: You mention it and it disappears
I didn’t leave because of the charges, false, I left before
When I saw you getting high with your mom in front
Your team went to another hotel just to avoid seeing you
I couldn’t even stand you, not even high on pills

You’ve taken three months to make me a diss
You don’t take that long to unzip your pants
Sue me, it’s the only thing you have left
No one wants you anymore, this is the end of your career

This is the last time I waste my breath on you
It doesn’t matter what you make up, asshole
What you’ve done can’t be erased

Hey, and remember something
The guilty one is still guilty even if they serve their sentence
So drop that poor me act
Because here, the victim isn’t you.