Stance Letra – Fntxy

Stance Letra by Fntxy

Okay, ey [Purrú]
Vamos de regreso al prendiendo un blunt
Guacha la ranfla, peinada la ven
Interiores azules, asientos de piel

Rines cromo con my sh#t
Vintage P-O-L-O king
Callejero pero bien
Quiero salir, ¿qué hay que hacer?

Sube el volumen y pon un casette
Raspar en el suelo me causa placer
Muchos no entienden este stance
Todas mis ruedas son stretch

Yo no soy rico, soy pobre con cash
Tengo dos Civics en ese garage
Muchos no entienden este stance
La policía otra vez, ey

Honda from the nineties, dos dailies static
Salgo con el army y nos vemos en el parking
El modo en que voy a morir: enamorado de mi classic
Viajo super fancy, música de taxi [Wuh, wuh, wuh]
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Stance Lyrics English

Okay, ey [Purrú]
Let’s go back to turning a Blunt
Guacha the ranfla, combs them they see her
Blue interiors, leather seats

Chrome wheels with my sh#t
Vintage P-O-L-O King
Street but well
I want to leave, what to do?

UP THE VOLUME AND PUT A CASETTE
Scraping on the ground causes me pleasure
Many do not understand this Stance
All my wheels are Stretch

I’m not rich, I’m poor with cash
I have two civics in that garage
Many do not understand this Stance
Police again, ey

Honda from the Nineneties, two Dailies Static
I go out with the army and see you in the parking lot
The way I’m going to die: in love with my classic
Travel Super Fancy, Taxi Music [Wuh, Wuh, Wuh]
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