Pop h#rn# Letra – Sago W.

Pop h#rn# Letra by Sago W.

El 016 nunca hizo nada
Ella compró una cacharra, se la descargó en la cara y velaron al cabrón con la caja cerrada
Yeah, puta ama
Tenerife majadero jodiste a la equivocada (Yeah, ts, ts)

{?} Las huevas dan más leches si no es huevas es parafina
Los dientes caídos, las boqueras
Los gallos de peleas chacha-chacha-chachareando a las gallinas (Hol’up)
Nenos de arrúa, nadie les busca el pico

No tienen miedo a na’ aunque al mar le guarden respetito
Mochilas con candao’, actividades extraescolarеs
Con el chándal del cole pa’ quе la {?} no los pare
Willy, willy, yala yala

Como si es en bitcoins pero
Muévelo
Fiolo yo quiero hacérmelo
Ustedes no, quiéranlo

Pa’ los niños, pal’ ‘manito y pal’ menol
Las nueve y cuarto en París
El cielo pinta de gris
He estao’ estudiando colores, pintando como matiz

{?} es parte de mí, he estao’ escapando de ti
Mi viejo en Venezuela, mi madre por ahí
Con 18 en Madrid, con 21 volví, con 25 no sé, con 30 ya me perdí
No quise más Billie Jean

Bastante loca pa’ mí
En verda’ polvorín
I’m killin’ downers like this
Esto es {?} avecrem

Tiré los skinny jeans
Estoy pensando en el cien
Pero sin tiempo pa’ mí
Todos teníamos un plan

Para escaparnos de aquí
Hace tiempo aposté
Y todavía no perdí (Buah)
Mi casa ya no es tu casa

Salí del barrio con cintas
Otros puliendo grasa
Secreto no es la masa
Secreto es quien lo pasa

Apuesto todo al catorce
Y espero a ver qué pasa
Chinos y calcetos blancos
Mi culo en ese banco

Tengo fama y no justo de santo (No, no)
Ey ayer te vi, estabas de infarto (Wow)
Con esa sudadera gris y los tacones altos (Sí, sí)
No tengo cobertura aquí

Siempre estoy en antros
En Madrid haciendo garabatos
Check it out papo
Feelin’ right when I feel it right

Si muevo ficha es porque sé
Que al final el rey cae
Think I’m gonna’ lie?
Money come and goes

Wait a minute
No me queda más pal’ mes
Me lo gasté todo hoy
Wait a minute (Ey)

I’ma live with no bust
‘Tan “checkeandome” el dress code
Ese p#ss# {?}
Get me chillin’ en la onda

Y píllame rum (Rum)
Really wanna’ f#ck with el mejor? (Ey)
Under ese Thompson en el mar menor (Jaja)
Ando por la vida sin preocupación

f#ck the feeling
All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration
There is no such thing as death
And we are the imagination of ourselves
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Pop h#rn# Lyrics English

The 016 never did nothing
She bought a pot, she downloaded it on her face and watched the b#stard with the box closed
Yeah, wh#re loves
Tenerife Majadero f#ck the wrong (Yeah, TS, TS)

{?} The roeks give more milks if it is not roek is paraffin
The fallen teeth, the balloons
Gallos of fights Chacha-Chacha-Chacharanda to the hens (Hol’Up)
BLANES DE ROURSE, NOBODY SEEKS YOU THE PICO

They are not afraid of na ‘although the sea keep respect
Backpacks with Candao ‘, Extra School Activities
With the cole tracksuit pa ‘que {?} Do not stop them
Willy, Willy, Yala Yala

As if it is in bitcoins but
Move it
Fiolo I want to make me
You do not, want it

Pa ‘children, pal’ ‘Manito and Pal’ Menol
A quarter and fourth in Paris
The sky paints gray
I have been ‘studying colors, painting as a nuance

{?} is part of me, I have been ‘escaping from you
My old man in venezuela, my mother out there
With 18 in Madrid, with 21 I came back, with 25 I do not know, with 30 I got lost
I did not want more Billie Jean

Quite crazy pa ‘me
In Verda ‘Polvorín
I’m Killin ‘Downers Like this
This is {?} Avecrem

I threw the Skinny Jeans
I’m thinking about the hundred
But without time pa ‘
We all had a plan

To escape from here
Amazing a day ago
And I still did not lose (Buah)
My house is no longer your house

I left the neighborhood with ribbons
Others polishing grease
Secret is not the dough
Secret is who passes it

I bet everything to fourteen
And I hope to see what happens
Chinese and white socks
My #ss in that bank

I have fame and not just saint (no, no)
Hey yesterday I saw you, you were infarcto (wow)
With that gray sweatshirt and high heels (yes, yes)
I do not have coverage here

I’m always in antros
In Madrid doing scribbles
Check it out papo
FEELIN ‘RIGHT WHEN I Feel It Right

If I move tab is because I know
That at the end the king falls
Think I’m Gonna ‘Lie?
Money eat and goes

Wait to Minute.
I have no more pal ‘month
I spent everything today
Wait a Minute (EY)

I’m Live With No Bust
‘Tan “Checkeandome” the Dress Code
That p#ss# {?}
Get me chillin ‘on the wave

And Píllme Rum (Rum)
Really Wanna ‘f#ck with the best? (EY)
Under that Thompson in the Mar Menor (haha)
I’m doing for life without worry

f#ck The Feeling
All Matter is Merely Energy Condensed To A Slow Vibration
There is no SUCH THING AS DEATH
And we are the imagination of ourselves
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com

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