Americano Letra – 6hosty wess

Americano Letra by 6hosty wess

Quiero libre a los hermanos
En la calle y amarrados
Llevo un rato estresado
Y me voy un rato al party (woah)

Yo no manejo un bugatti (noo)
Pero valgo mas que el money (Yeah)
Por mi flow de americano
Por por por mi flow de americano

Yo los mato de un disparo
Y lo hago por mis hermanos
Hasta mi sangre es milado
Voy a un viaje, por favor iluminame

Se preguntan “Cuando paso?” “Quien es el?”
Es patético que todos son el rey
Si yo e estado aquí sentados desde que llega el amanecer (el amaner)
Yo tengo el poder

Como lucifer
Una revolver
Pegada en la piel
Quiero money pa’ sentirme tranquilo

En ustedes no, no no confió
Siento que estoy a punto del delirio
Siento que estoy a punto del delirio
Quiero libre a los hermanos

En la calle y amarrados
Llevo un rato estresado
Y me voy un rato al party (woah)
Yo no manejo un bugatti (noo)

Pero valgo mas que el money (Yeah)
Por mi flow de americano
Por por por mi flow de americano
Yo los mato de un disparo

Y lo hago por mis hermanos
Hasta mi sangre es milado
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Americano Lyrics English

I want free to the brothers
On the street and moored
I’ve been stressed for a while
And I’m leaving a while at Party (Woah)

I do not handle a bugatti (Noo)
But worth more than the money (yeah)
By my American Flow
By by my Flow of American

I kill them with a shot
And I do it for my brothers
Until my blood is Milado
I go to a trip, please enlighten me

They wonder “when I pass?” “Who is he?”
It is pathetic that everyone is the king
If I have been sitting here since the sunrise arrives (El Amanner)
I have the power

Like Lucifer
A revolver.
Stuck in the skin
I want money to feel calm

In you, no, did not trust
I feel like I’m about to delirium
I feel like I’m about to delirium
I want free to the brothers

On the street and moored
I’ve been stressed for a while
And I’m leaving a while at Party (Woah)
I do not handle a bugatti (Noo)

But worth more than the money (yeah)
By my American Flow
By by my Flow of American
I kill them with a shot

And I do it for my brothers
Until my blood is Milado
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com

6hosty wess Lyrics – Americano

6hosty wess

Americano