Baby, I’m a thug
So don’t f#ck with us
Baby, ya sabes, my n#gg#s they killin’ and robbing
Disparan dos shots en tu stomach, hey
Shotout pa mis junkies
Ya saben la saco ‘e la cancha like {?}
{?} está mal, que soy un f#ckin’ young king
And the n#gg#s snitching
And all of these n#gg#s are just still watching
Don’t f#ck with my b#tch, she’s a ratchet
Le gusta la mari y los flashes
She ride my dick, bouncing, bouncing
Ando en la street, hustle, hustle
Nena, pon otro kilo en la balanza
Hablan de por mí por ser de la lleca
Ustedes no saben cómo es la vuelta
To’a mi mafia jugando ruleta
To’a la fruta la tengo caleta
Me he criado en barrios con callejone’
Comparado con un par de matones
Adicto a las perco, adicto a los bluntes
A las prendas retro y a comprarme Rolex
Unos peces me llaman pa’ hacer un pase
Quiere que lo pese para que lo trance
Quiere trece gramos, él se va de avance
Recursea a diario para que me alcance
Estamos en algo con mi causa el parce
Me sube la tripa no es que sea un mal viaje
Tu b#tches estan que me mandan mensaje
Se la meto hasta que alcohol me baje
Siente como te lo tiro (Uh-huh)
n#gg#s sin tanto sajiro
Todo problema lo aspiro (Yeah)
De lo falso me desligo
Siente como lo {?}
Siente como te lo tiro
n#gg#s sin tanto sajiro
Todo problema lo aspiro, tranquilo, woh, woh
Le saco filo, {?} el kilo
Lleno de estilo like {?}
Acelero con sigilo
Doy un respiro, woh, woh
Sigo pendiente de todo {?}
Mi cora sigue vacío
{?} pero solo sonrío
Así lo desvío yo, huh
Hasta tu grupo de ratas
Cuando hay problemas se salen del mapa
Y necesitan de papá
Todos te sacan (De rata)
Feka, I got it
Acostúmbrate a que nunca falle
Esta es la religión de la calle, ok, wait
Si algo pasa yo muero en mi ley
Te amenazo y escupo tu face
Quieren problema pisando mi space
Quieren tener el estilo y mis tapes
Hasta acá nos llega tu olor a fake
Baby, now you know my name
Nadie conoce my pain, ok
Baby, I’m a thug
So don’t f#ck with us
Baby, ya sabes, my n#gg#s they killin’ and robbing
Disparan dos shots en tu stomach, hey
Shotout pa mis junkies
Ya saben la saco ‘e la cancha like {?}
{?} está mal, que soy un f#ckin’ young king
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Don’t f#ck With Us Lyrics English
Baby, I’M a Thug
So Don’t f#ck with us
Baby, you know, My n#gg#s They Killin ‘and Robbing
Two Shots Shots in your Stomach, Hey
Shotout for my junkies
They already know the sack the field like {?}
{?} is wrong, I’m a f#ckin ‘Young King
And the n#gg#s snitching
And all of these n#gg#s are just still watching
Don’t f#ck with My b#tch, She’s A Ratchet
She likes mari and flashes
She Ride My Dick, Buncing, Buncing
I’m on the street, Hustle, Hustle
Baby, put another kilo on the balance
They talk about me for being from the Lleca
You don’t know what the return is like
To’a my mafia playing roulette
To’a the fruit I have a caleta
I’ve raised in neighborhoods with alley ‘
Compared to a couple of thugs
Perco addicted, addicted to the Bluntes
To retro garments and buy me rolex
Some fish call me to make a pass
Wants me to weigh so that it traces
Thirteen grams wants, he leaves progress
Resort daily to reach me
We are in something with my cause the couple
I get the gut is not that it’s a bad trip
Your b#tches are sending me a message
I put it until alcohol I got off
Feel how I throw it (uh-juh)
n#gg#s without so much Sajiro
Every problem I aspire (Yeah)
I dazzled me
Feel how {?}
Feel how I throw it
n#gg#s without so much Sajiro
Every problem I aspire, calm, woh, woh
I take edge, {?} The kilo
Full of like style {?}
Accelerate stealth
I give a breath, woh, woh
I’m still aware of everything {?}
My Cora is still empty
{?} But I only smile
I divert it, Huh
Even your rats group
When there are problems they get out of the map
And they need dad
Everyone gets you (from rat)
Feka, I Got It
Get used to never fails
This is the street religion, ok, wait
If something happens I die in my law
I threaten you and spit your face
They want a problem by stepping on my space
They want to have the style and my tapes
So far your smell comes to fake
Baby, Now you know my name
No one knows my pain, ok
Baby, I’M a Thug
So Don’t f#ck with us
Baby, you know, My n#gg#s They Killin ‘and Robbing
Two Shots Shots in your Stomach, Hey
Shotout for my junkies
They already know the sack the field like {?}
{?} is wrong, I’m a f#ckin ‘Young King
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