Si de verdad piensas que esta mierda no te rento
No culpes al producto, culpa al vendedor
Polémico como Benetton. Frate aun no es tarde pa pasar al reggaeton
Esa historia era un Fake Love: caminaba hacia el altar y se desveló…
Soñar Ferraris en un Mazda, frustra
Objetivo: Ganar respeto y borrar los hechos, Zaratustra
Mis nenes prefieren comer, ya no pagan multas
No hay pez en mi periódico me llevo los Phillippe pa la tumba
Los mandé al diablo pa que nunca haya adiós
Paso por delante del estanco y llora el gladiador
Quieren tiramisú de trufa blanca, estan jartitos de pan y arroz
Este sistema está mal hermano, ¿por que no logran cambiar to?
Kiyo tu Busca esa felicidad et a bientot
Aquí hay amor y lealtad de pedigrí mira esas perras rabiando
Siamo crescuti i bimbi cattivi. NeoGambini
Esos parches de Amiri todo fake “Milli Vanilli”
Que Dios bendiga a mis hermanos del graffiti
Y que quite a mi madre di pagare affitti
Figli della Crisis. Inalcanzables; Nike Air Yeezy
Y me la suda que esto no te llene porque a mí sí
Vengo de un barrio de cristales tintaos
Y furgonas blancas (Furgonas blancas)
Donde aprendí que un Rolex también
Tiene sus horas bajas (Sus horas bajas)
Vengo de un barrio de cristales tintaos
Y furgonas blancas (Furgonas blancas)
Donde aprendí que un Rolex también
Tiene sus horas bajas (Sus horas bajas)
Píllame enfrente del corral de la Lole. Welcome to la mente, lamento el desorden
Cóscate primo, hay micros detrás de tu bomber
Sentado en el corner, ahora y desde el cole. Español griten “Olé”
Entre polo y stones. En el punto de mira like Holmes
Soy doble H como Helly, tu tira al carajo, al “keli”
Filmarán con mi life pelis. Me pagarán por beber henny
For real tho, no cap baby…
Snitch. ¿Eres un crib? ¿un blood?. Cuento tus guns, any, any
Escucho esa banda sonora cuando ya no son horas
Rompo ese track como Sodoma y Gomorra, por no dar follow back a la moda
Si eres wack y me críticas que sea ahora y siempre
Yo sé que tengo el futuro en mis manos, no necesito un vidente
Always looking for the next view…
Future. My son, my nephew
‘Cause I’m the King of the Soul, you already know. Killo me la paso shooting hoes
Pásame el perignon, estoy de subidón. Baby put it on, WORD!
Vengo de un barrio de cristales tintaos
Y furgonas blancas (Furgonas blancas)
Donde aprendí que un Rolex también
Tiene sus horas bajas (Sus horas bajas)
Vengo de un barrio de cristales tintaos
Y furgonas blancas (Furgonas blancas)
Donde aprendí que un Rolex también
Tiene sus horas bajas (Sus horas bajas)
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Griser NSR – A Veces
Griser NSR – No Puedo Creer
UVVaS Lyrics English
If you really think that this sh#t is not renting you
Do not blame the product, blame the seller
Controversial as Benetton. Frate is not yet to move on to reggaeton
That story was a fake love: he walked to the altar and revealed himself …
Dream Ferraris in a Mazda, frustrated
OBJECTIVE: Win respect and erase the facts, Zarathustra
My children prefer to eat, they no longer pay fines
There is no fish in my newspaper I take the phillippe for the tomb
I sent them to the devil Pa that there are never goodbye
Step ahead of the tobacconist and cry the gladiator
They want white truffle tiramisu, are bread and rice jar
This system is bad brother, why can’t change to?
Kiyo you look for that happiness et
Here is love and loyalty of Pedigrí looks at those dogs raging
SIAMO CRESCUTI I BIMBI CATTIVI. Neogambini
Those patches of Amiri all fake “Milli Vanilli”
God bless my brothers from graffiti
And to remove my mother I will pay AFFITTI
Figli della crisis. Unattainable; Nike Air Yeezy
And I sweat that this does not fill you because it yes
I come from a neighborhood of ink crystals
And white vaul
Where I learned that a rolex too
It has its low hours (its low hours)
I come from a neighborhood of ink crystals
And white vaul
Where I learned that a rolex too
It has its low hours (its low hours)
Píllame in front of the Corral de la Lole. Welcomome to the mind, I’m sorry for the disorder
Coscate cousin, there are micros behind your bomber
Sitting in the corner, now and from school. Spanish shout “Olé”
Between pole and stones. At the point of Like Holmes
I’m double H like Helly, your strip to hell, “Keli”
They will film with my Life Pelis. They will pay me for drinking Henny
For real tho, no cap baby …
Snitch. Are you a screen? A BLOOD?. I count your Guns, Any, Any
I listen to that soundtrack when they are no longer hours
I break that track like Sodom and Gomorra, for not giving f#cking fashion
If you are Wack and me criticism that is now and always
I know that I have the future in my hands, I don’t need a seer
ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THE NEXT VIEW …
Future. My are, my nephew
‘Cause I’M The King of the Soul, You Already Know. KILLO PASS IT SHOOTING HOES
Pass me the perign, I am in a high. Baby Put It On, Word!
I come from a neighborhood of ink crystals
And white vaul
Where I learned that a rolex too
It has its low hours (its low hours)
I come from a neighborhood of ink crystals
And white vaul
Where I learned that a rolex too
It has its low hours (its low hours)
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Riber & Rober Lyrics – UVVaS