More songs by KG970
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Description
Associated Performer: KG970, Elpatron970
Associated Performer: KG970
Associated Performer: Elpatron970
Composer, Lyricist: Alejandro Boddien Castaño
Lyricist, Composer: Juan José Bosoka Pinto
Composer, Lyricist: Carlos Custardoy Delpon
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Producer: Saint Cairo
Mastering Engineer: Javier Roldón
Lyrics and translation
Original
¿A no ser que sea...?
A no ser que sea por papeles, negro, ya no
Salgo los finde' (Ya no salgo los finde')
El green pasto no lo fumamos en breve, era high
Grade cuando mi mo' grinde (Mato a una hoe reciente)
Mato a una hoe reciente, ya no quiero relaciones
Prefiero estar single (Prefiero estar single)
Un ninja puesto en la avenida, si pasan
Chivatos sacan mi two finger (Fuck)
Fuck hoes, el dinero es lo único que me fascina
Bro, sigue haciendo dinero tax free hasta que no se
Esconda su poncha en la esquina (Su poncha en la esquina)
Me entra pánico al cuerpo cuando veo
En el barrio aparcada la unidad canina
Los guardias dando vueltas con mi retrato
Otra vez me tienen cambiando de rutina
Estoy enamorado del sonido, primo, cuando escupe la G19
No tenemos de eso 24/7, bro, no importa
Si nieva o si llueve (Si llueve)
Tuve que distanciarme de pila' de gente que no
Quería que me eleve (Que no quería que me eleve)
Y los que dicen que no tenemos smoke, que vengan
Por aquí y lo comprueben (Y lo comprueben)
Compré el juguete, luego la cadena
Estaba acostumbrao' a vivir en problemas
Tirar su estación y verla ahí en su esquina
Tomar precaución, la gente es muy cansina
Los enfrentamientos con gang, compadre
Por la vieja es lo que me fascina
Con la cara tapada y no pagar intrigas
Si no consigue pan, no llena la barriga
Tic-tac pa' que no me siga
Conversos con demonios, no se quiere ni paranoico casi todos los días
Bro, sigue pendiente al SIM porque en
Par de horas va a llegar la mercancía
Lo siento, mi papá, no soy como quería
Lucky ho, no es fantasía, bro, en prisión no es tontería
Les sorprendas aunque les ofenda, si esta canción es horrenda
Si no lo ha pasado, no creo que lo entienda
Que me debe dinero está en la lista negra
Defendiendo a mi bro con esto entre puertas
Y yo estoy adelante si se habla de guerra
Free TR, pronto está en la Serna
Libertad, mi bro, fuera en Inglaterra
Fuck hoes, el dinero es lo único que me fascina
Bro, sigue haciendo dinero tax free hasta que no se
Esconda su poncha en la esquina (Su poncha en la esquina)
Me entra pánico al cuerpo cuando veo
En el barrio aparcada la unidad canina
Los guardias dando vueltas con mi retrato
Otra vez me tienen cambiando de rutina
Compré el juguete, luego la cadena
Estaba acostumbrao' a vivir en problemas
Tirar su estación y verla ahí en su esquina
Tomar precaución, la gente es muy cansina
Los enfrentamientos con gang, compadre
Por la vieja es lo que me fascina
Con la cara tapada y no pagar intrigas
Si no consigue pan, no llena la barriga
English translation
Unless it's...?
Unless it's for papers, nigga, not anymore
I go out on weekends' (I don't go out on weekends anymore)
We didn't smoke the green grass soon, it was high
Grade when my mo' grinde (I kill a recent hoe)
I kill a recent hoe, I don't want relationships anymore
I prefer to be single (I prefer to be single)
A ninja placed on the avenue, if they pass
Snitches take out my two finger (Fuck)
Fuck hoes, money is the only thing that fascinates me
Bro, keep making tax free money until you don't know
Hide your strikeout in the corner (Your strikeout in the corner)
My body panics when I see
The canine unit is parked in the neighborhood
The guards walking around with my portrait
They have me changing my routine again
I'm in love with the sound, cousin, when the G19 spits
We don't have that 24/7, bro, it doesn't matter
If it snows or if it rains (If it rains)
I had to distance myself from people who didn't
I wanted to be elevated (I didn't want to be elevated)
And those who say that we don't have smoke, let them come
Over here and check it out (And check it out)
I bought the toy, then the chain
I was used to living in problems
Throw away your station and see it there in your corner
Take caution, people are very tiring
The confrontations with gang, compadre
The old thing is what fascinates me
With your face covered and not paying intrigues
If you don't get bread, you don't fill your belly
Tic-tac so he doesn't follow me
Converses with demons, no one wants to be paranoid almost every day
Bro, keep an eye on the SIM because in
The merchandise will arrive in a couple of hours
I'm sorry, my dad, I'm not what I wanted
Lucky ho, it's not fantasy, bro, in prison it's not nonsense
You surprise them even if it offends them, if this song is horrendous
If you haven't been through it, I don't think you'll understand.
Who owes me money is on the blacklist
Defending my bro with this behind doors
And I am ahead if there is talk of war
Free TR, soon in La Serna
Freedom, my bro, out in England
Fuck hoes, money is the only thing that fascinates me
Bro, keep making tax free money until you don't know
Hide your strikeout in the corner (Your strikeout in the corner)
My body panics when I see
The canine unit is parked in the neighborhood
The guards walking around with my portrait
They have me changing my routine again
I bought the toy, then the chain
I was used to living in problems
Throw away your station and see it there in your corner
Take caution, people are very tiring
The confrontations with gang, compadre
The old thing is what fascinates me
With your face covered and not paying intrigues
If you don't get bread, you don't fill your belly