Los Rockstar No Van Al Cielo (remix) (part. Ovi, Luar La L y Hades66)

What?
Hey
Three Letters
This is the remix, motherfucker (if she ain't a whore, I don't want her, if she ain't a whore, I don't want her)
The 66 (if she ain't a whore, I don't want her)
Free the H, tell me, Ovi
We are the supernatural ones, man
Tell me, Chosen Ones

And if she's a whore, I want her
I’m not looking to fall in love
Yankee's girl was real, and look what they did to her
If I go out, I’ll act up, don’t come at me later
Rockstars don’t go to heaven

This is for the streets and all my gangsters
For the hot mamas who love making money (what?)
For the neighborhoods, for the ghettos (three letters)
For the doctors and for the ballplayers (we are the supernatural ones, man)

The countdown's over, I turn on my phone, I’m ready (uh-huh)
The shooters are opening the door where it’s all going down (you know)
They’re on payroll, I pay them in advance
It’s not the same to kill with a knife than to kill armed (what?)

If I pull out the piece, I’m gonna crucify you in the name of Christ (boom)
There’s so much goat horn, it feels like Jalisco
We’ve killed a pair, kill five to even the score (yeah)
They haven’t taken down even one (no), all these AKs are undefeated (what?)

The weather up doesn’t mark my tide (never)
In deep water below the DEA radar (you know)
They can’t catch us, we always get it all in, so guard up (hahaha)
The K-I-L-O, man, that’s how you spell it

Rockstars don’t go to heaven, and
How weird, where I am I don’t see the ground
Before being a diamond, I had to be a miner (uh-huh)
I already did the work, that’s a goal, there was no goalie (goalie)
These donkeys pure like lamb's blood (what?)

I mock them, lero, lero, they can’t catch me (hehehe), yeah
Neither on the route nor at the exchange point
I have the mark you want, so pick (tell me which one you want)
And I’m throwing change in the V12 after changing the change (what?)
I switch the extra magazine and attach it to the .40

I’m settling all the debts, whoever owes me doesn’t count
I have a mint green laser, moving fast, slow offside (shh)
Have you seen how this rockstar shines in the spotlight?
Flow like the seven dwarfs, I’m gonna get rich thanks to Snow White, what? (Hehe, what’s up, man? Three Letters, The One with the White Eyes)

This is for the streets and all my gangsters (yeah)
Who started from zero and now are killers
For the one who makes money with the dough in the pot
And for the one who sends ZaZa weekly with the mailman

If she ain't a whore, I don't want her, she gives it up without a but (whoo!)
If you turn me on, I’ll operate on you and take you to the jeweler
I’m on fire, no firefighter, the rapper, the shooter
The real one, the top dog, the one who charges ballplayer flow

I’m a rockstar, you can tell, I’m going to heaven with my note (haha)
With pills and weed, and if the Lord kicks me out
Well, I accept defeat, that baby is hot
I put her on top, I lick her ass and her pussy

And-And if-And if she’s a whore, I want her
I’m not looking to fall in love
Yankee's girl was real, and look what they did to her
If I go out, I’ll act up, don’t come at me later

Rockstars don’t go to heaven
This is for the streets and all my gangsters
For the hot mamas who love making money
For the neighborhoods, for the ghettos
For the cases and for all the killers

Hey, rockstars don’t go to heaven (no), the 66, Illuminati (amen)
I’m gonna give you Pina like Natti in the 4Matic (like Pina)
This dude is a millionaire, and I’ll give it to you for free, fucking whore (ah, ah)
I got gold teeth like Lil Yachty (Uoh, Uoh, Uoh, Uoh)

You’re just a snitch, bi (bi, bi), man, I’m impossible (you heard?)
I got the whores, the shorties, Draco accessible, brr (brr)
We do the John Cena, the invisible (you can't see me)
And I light you up close, Resident Evil (ah)

If she ain't a whore, I don't want her (no), diamonds for the jeweler (for the jeweler)
Kilos for the killer, that chicken sold out (whoo!)
H, I don’t betray a brother for money (nah)
Fuck my enemies, I fight with the whole crew (let them die)

Weed, guns, clips for all my boys (whoo, whoo)
Rifles, new whores every weekend (oh)
Shorty, .40, hundred dollar bills (yeah, yeah)
Shorty, .40, hundred dollar bills

Boss, boss, I’m not a criminal
What do you want me to tell you? That I rob and kill people?
Whoever says that is locked up, that’s a snitch from the womb
Better I’ll change the subject, I have gold in all my lenses

You were a millo, you’re not anymore, you’re street, but on the net
Boss, I’m a rockstar and I have my papers clear
I have the love of my fans, the street supports me
And whatever Molusco tells me, I’ll shove it up my—, shh (up my dick)

I’m eating penne pasta with two girls from Houston
All three of us are feeling good together
Later I’m gonna give them dick and see you never, that’s for fun
They like me, but they’re not my type

In your whole life, you’ve never seen a kilo
The feds know you’re not a thug
You’re not street, like the homie says, say it
I traded Baby Alien for Baby Milo

I’m a real gangster, nigga (uh, uh)
I take care of my family, nigga (uh, uh)
I share the cake, nigga (uh, uh)
Because I was born with the codes from above, haha

Ovi (ja), yeah
The One with the White Eyes
Yeh-eh
Are we breaking or not breaking, boys?
Hey
Cuba, Puerto Rico
You heard me, my tank?
The 66, motherfucker, haha
(Hades, Luar La L, Hanzel La H)

I shit on the mother of these bastards
What happened? Are you scared?
I got your house on my neck, you heard? In diamonds (yeah), hehe (the Chosen Records)
You know what’s gonna happen when we catch you

Brr
Free Ciego, free Yampi (the homie of homies)
Free all the prisoners doing time in the fridge
Hey, tell me, La M
Ovi (what?)
Hades66 (Three Letters)
Luar La L (La L)
(The One with the White Eyes)

Loyalty forever, like Kobe with the Lakers
Mera, tell me, Jetty
Eternal music
Mera, tell me, Pa
Tell me, Ovi
Mueka
The Brain, what you’re missing
Woo!
Double
The Chosen Records