More songs by Skinny Flex
Description
Composer: Ibrahim El Harrouni
Producer: PRO$PE BEATS
Lyrics and translation
Original
En el carro ando escuchando Lil Demony. Cierro los ojos, Skinny vuelve a estar en
Miami. Es que me encanta.
-De nuevo, papá. -Cracá, wow.
As-ando en una nota heavy, me siento noqueao.
Par de palomos quieren darme, pero los tengo ubicao. El treinta y dos o el veintitrés dan el mismo resultao.
No me importan estas putas, no es que me haga el cotizao.
Jugándome la vida, un día arriba y otro abajo. He roto amistades, soy serio en cada trabajo.
Ca-cara de hijo puta, pero en el fondo soy majo. Perdí la fe en la gente, todos te cogen el brazo.
Agárrame el huevo, puta, póntelo en la boca.
A ver si así dejas de hablar de mí, maldito chota. Me llegó otra carta, por eso es que yo ando moca.
Free pa mis hermanos, la marcha atrás está rota.
E-en el carro ando escuchando Lil Demony. Cierro los ojos, Skinny vuelve a estar en
Miami. Dime, gordo, ¿creen que pueden compararse a mí?
He visto gente cercana acabar convertía' en enemy. La corta en la cintura tras un chopa y no hablo de
Nelly. Movimiento en falso, te doy en public como Kennedy.
Ready pa' la vuelta, esto es paranormal activity. Vivo en el presente, deja de hablarme de TVT.
Ropa black, carro black, suéltame ese backpack.
Cali pack, kilo de crack, ellos hablan, snap, crack. Skinny boy, never lack, ando con la clic clac.
Muévete, hurry up, el tiempo vuela, tic tac. Motherfuckers playing round, they can do it like this.
Aquí eres blanco o negro, if I shoot my nigga, I don't miss.
No, no los conozco una mierda y quiere tirarme diss. Hablan de gramos y hachís y chivan a la police.
Lengua larga, estos chivatos me quieren sapear.
No les doy los datos, así no me pueden chotear. No me llamen, tengo el iPhone en no molestar.
Ciento ochenta MPH, voy a romper pedal.
E-en el carro ando escuchando Lil Demony. Cierro los ojos, Skinny vuelve a estar en
Miami. Di-dime, gordo, ¿creen que pueden compararse a mí?
He visto gente cercana acabar convertía' en enemy. La corta en la cintura tras un chopa y no hablo de
Nelly. Movimiento en falso, te doy en public como Kennedy.
Ready pa' la vuelta, esto es paranormal activity. Vi-vivo en el presente, deja de hablarme de TVT.
Ah, ah, ah.
Fofo.
The real one.
English translation
In the car I'm listening to Lil Demony. I close my eyes, Skinny is back in
Miami. It's just that I love it.
-Again, dad. -Wow, wow.
So-I'm on a heavy note, I feel knocked out.
They want to give me a couple of pigeons, but I have them located. Thirty-two or twenty-three give the same result.
I don't care about these whores, it's not like they give me the quote.
Risking my life, one day up and another down. I have broken friendships, I am serious in every job.
S-face like a son of a bitch, but deep down I'm nice. I lost faith in people, everyone takes your arm.
Grab my egg, whore, put it in your mouth.
Let's see if you can stop talking about me, you damn fool. I got another letter, that's why I'm upset.
Free pa my brothers, the reverse gear is broken.
I-I'm listening to Lil Demony in the car. I close my eyes, Skinny is back in
Miami. Tell me, fat man, do you think you can compare to me?
I have seen people close to me end up becoming enemies. He cuts her at the waist after a chopa and I'm not talking about
Nelly. False move, I'll hit you in public like Kennedy.
Ready for the return, this is paranormal activity. I live in the present, stop talking to me about TVT.
Black clothes, black car, let go of that backpack.
Cali pack, kilo of crack, they talk, snap, crack. Skinny boy, never lack, I walk with the click clac.
Move, hurry up, time flies, tick tock. Motherfuckers playing round, they can do it like this.
Here you are white or black, if I shoot my nigga, I don't miss.
No, I don't know them at all and they want to diss me. They talk about grams and hashish and tell the police.
Long tongue, these snitches want to sap me.
I don't give them the information, so they can't cheat me. Don't call me, I have my iPhone on do not disturb.
One hundred and eighty MPH, I'm going to break pedal.
I-I'm listening to Lil Demony in the car. I close my eyes, Skinny is back in
Miami. Tell-tell me, fat man, do you think you can compare to me?
I have seen people close to me end up becoming enemies. He cuts her at the waist after a chopa and I'm not talking about
Nelly. False move, I'll hit you in public like Kennedy.
Ready for the return, this is paranormal activity. I live-I live in the present, stop talking to me about TVT.
Ah, ah, ah.
Flabby.
The real one.