El Azul (part. Peso Pluma)

Compa Junior
Pure Double P, man
Chau!
Que siga la mata dando, man

What a detail to message with death
One with seven Chinese that brings a portrait
To the lord of the mountain, of the drones and others

Devil's horns next to my security
Viejo Lobo fast to traffic the powder
God always takes care of me and my Eleguá cap

In my blood I carry the 701
Lion's mane, as I come from one
Always well-dressed, as we are not assholes

Low profile the guy and he is missed
Although he left, he is never forgotten
We are bellicose now, bellicose we die

And with the blue angel's corrido
I ask God for forgiveness for the sins
But that's how it is

Pura Double P, man
Puro Junior H, man

Blue Rolls-Royce
Like those buttons
That for the final settlement they must often jump
I fell in love with money, I want, I want and I want more

Devil's horns and a command my security
Viejo Lobo fast to traffic the powder
God always takes care of me and my Elegua cap

In my blood I carry the 701
Mane of a lion, as I come from one
Always well-dressed, as we are not assholes

Low profile the guy and he is missed
To a Ruíz, the one that is never forgotten
We are bellicose, bellicose we die

And with the blue angel's corrido
I ask my God for forgiveness for the sins
But that's how it is