[Hahaha
Eh yo dead bodies en el Nilo
Y yo make money con los míos
Eh yo dead bodies en el Nilo
Y yo make money con los míos
, baby
Word up, hahaha
Are you wasting my time, baby?
Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo
Suelto un par de barras, pierden el control
Mi mierda suena clásica a lo Liquid Sword
Eh yo, uno entre un millón
Solo para paladares finos, filet mignon
Sois canjeables como puros cromos
Vuestra mierda solo sirve como abono
Se creen mis hijos, pero yo soy Cronos
Escucha mi movida con un Orfidal encima
Porque si entro al juego es hasta la cocina
Estando arriba normal que maricas se intеresen por mi vida
Solo me conocеs de oída
Eh yo, bumpeado toa’ mi sh#t
Se creen de barrio acaban tuertos como Slick Rick [okey
The One and only
Master of the lofi eh yo, Shinobi
Eh yo dead bodies en el Nilo
Y yo make money con los míos
Doblo la apuesta negro, why not? [why not?
Caen bombas desde el cielo como en Saigon
Eh yo dead bodies en el Nilo
Y yo make money con los míos
Doblo la apuesta negro, why not?
Caen bombas desde el cielo a lo Saigon
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Archivo 92 – Algún Día
Archivo 92 – Luciérnagas
Saigon Lyrics English
[Hahaha.
Eh I Dead Bodies in the Nile
And I make money with mine
Eh I Dead Bodies in the Nile
And I make money with mine
, Baby.
Word Up, Hahaha
Are you Wasting My Time, Baby?
Eh me, eh me, eh me
Loose a couple of bars, lose control
My sh#t sounds classic to LI LIQUID SWORD
Eh me, one between one million
Single for fine palates, filet mignon
You are redeemable as pure chromos
Your sh#t only serves as a fertilizer
My children are believed, but I am chronos
Listen to my move with an orphid
Because if I enter the game it is up to the kitchen
Being up normal that maricas are intested by my life
I only know me by heard
Eh I, Bumped Toa ‘My sh#t
They are believed from Barrio Acabanado Norters like Slick Rick [OKEY
The one and only
Master of the Lofi Eh I, Shinobi
Eh I Dead Bodies in the Nile
And I make money with mine
Doblo the black bet, Why not? [Why not?
Fall bombs from the sky as in Saigon
Eh I Dead Bodies in the Nile
And I make money with mine
Doblo the black bet, Why not?
Fall bombs from heaven to Saigon
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Ochoa Lyrics – Saigon