Demasiada presión, yo me cambio ese chip
Los billetes no paran en el mes de abril
A veces me cuesta mucho seguir
Pero se que i can f#ck with no b#tch
Tengo una glock, glock, glock, glock
They wanna f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck
They suck this c#ck, c#ck, c#ck, c#ck
Empezamos a brindar con cream soda
A algunos se le cuela la coca
Otros prefieren ir por la mota
Pero al final siempre damos la nota
Con mis adidas te comía como brownie
Sueño con una paloma mami
Demasiado hot como takis, al final camino como bambi
Fast, muhammad ali, otros copiones sin wannabe
Botella whiskey jack daniels y nos vamos fuera de aquí
Ya ya, a lo kill bill, los dejo pirados, dándolе al repeat
Si quierе de mi coca le digo que si, pero no la aguanto, se hizo harakiri
En l.a ya de tarde, dispuesto darte
Se nos hizo de noche y no salimos del yate
La chupan como lolipop
Buscando el antídoto
Para que la vida y mi carrera no sean tan cortos
Tengo una glock, glock, glock, glock
They wanna f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck
They suck this c#ck, c#ck, c#ck, c#ck
Freddy krueger tu peor pesadilla
Tu estilo sale de la alcantarilla
El mío dilata tu pupila
El diablo me dijo que no pierda la maldita
Cabeza por esos intereses
Para ellas eres simple, solo un juguete
Que te cambian ya cuando pasan unos años o meses
Pero le digo, que me aburren las mismas mujeres
Mira la tinta en mi piel, powers como zachbel
Solo rapeando la moje, la droga no es fiel
Superando lo que empecé, exploto like tnt
Ya sonando tan fuerte, pronto en la tv
Fast, muhammad ali, otros copiones sin wannabe
Botella whiskey jack daniels y nos vamos fuera de aquí
Tengo una glock, glock, glock, glock
They wanna f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck
They suck this c#ck, c#ck, c#ck, c#ck
Mejorando siempre que se sube el sonido
Dándole vueltas siempre a ese vinilo
No hables de dinero, si no sabes y no cobras caro
No hables de pistolas sin en la vida has dado un disparo
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Vanilla – BLEU
Vanilla – Flores
Cream Soda Lyrics English
Too much pressure, I change that chip
The tickets do not stop in the month of April
Sometimes I have a hard time continuing
But I know I can f#ck with no b#tch
I have a glock, glock, glock, glock
They wanna f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck
They succk This c#ck, c#ck, c#ck, c#ck
We start to provide with Cream Soda
Some coca sneaks
Others prefer to go through the motorcycle
But in the end we always give the note
With my adidas I ate you as Brownie
I dream of a mami dove
Too hot as takis, in the end I walk like bambi
Fast, Muhammad Ali, other copions without wannabe
Whiskey Jack Daniels bottle and we are going out of here
Already, Kill Bill, I leave them pirates, giving the repeat
If I want my coca, I tell him yes, but I don’t endure it, Harakiri became
In the afternoon, willing to give you
We did at night and we did not leave the yacht
They suck it like lolipop
Looking for the antidote
So that life and my career are not so short
I have a glock, glock, glock, glock
They wanna f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck
They succk This c#ck, c#ck, c#ck, c#ck
Freddy Krueger your worst nightmare
Your style comes out of the sewer
Mine delay your pupil
The devil told me not to lose the damn
Head for those interests
For them you are simple, just a toy
That change you when they spend a few years or months
But I tell him, the same women bore me
Look at my skin, Powers like Zachbel
Just rapping the wet, the drug is not faithful
Overcoming what I started, I exploded Like TNT
Sounding so strong, soon on TV
Fast, Muhammad Ali, other copions without wannabe
Whiskey Jack Daniels bottle and we are going out of here
I have a glock, glock, glock, glock
They wanna f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck
They succk This c#ck, c#ck, c#ck, c#ck
Improving whenever the sound rises
Always spinning that vinyl
Do not talk about money, if you don’t know and do not charge expensive
Do not talk about guns without life you have shot
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Vanilla Lyrics – Cream Soda