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"El Belicón" by Peso Pluma (featuring Raul Vega) is a powerful song that showcases the commanding presence of its protagonist. With confident lyrics and a captivating beat, the song portrays an individual in control, leading a loyal team and exuding strength and dominance. From their elusive nature to their impressive collection of cars and weapons, the protagonist asserts their authority and instills fear in their enemies. Peso Pluma's captivating performance leaves listeners inspired by the unwavering power and control depicted in "El Belicón."

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Good team, more than obvious

No matter how much they search, they haven't found me

Fast is how I move

I'm the warrior

Chorus 1

The one who doesn't move without bringing a convoy

The one who navigates the control from the capital

2019 it became clear to them

That here I'm in charge

Sports cars in my collection

Minimis, bazookas, and Kalashnikovs

All my boys are ready

They like the action

With a good cigar, I relax

But always aware in the corporation

And I bring a gladiator supercharged

To walk calmly

And shout out Peso Pluma, bro, that's right

Verse 2

19 on the radios

High frequency devices

Waiting for the orders from the boss

I fulfill the mission

Chorus 2

Sportswear or designer clothes

In campaign mode like a marine

And if it's time to party, we throw a big party

I guard my sector

Armored Tacomas roar their engines

The four-wheel drive ones carry the fifty

And my enemies fear me

I don't see why not

Here I say goodbye, I continue with my work

I don't want disturbances, I want discretion

If they screw up, they go to the cemetery

I'm the warrior

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