I> I’m makin’ dough, but not enough to blow
J.o.’s, they lust my flows, but ayo, I don’t trust a soul
I’m makin’ dough, but not enough to blow
J.o.’s, they lust my flows, but ayo, I don’t trust a soul
Faceless
Rompé esa mierda
Soy la resaca del villerio
El tango de los viejos, la música de esos críos
Más de uno quiso ver mi sitio como desafío
Porque siempre pongo pecho, espalda y brazo pa’ los mios
Hoy día tengo mucho que cuidar
Nací para perder pero me decidí a ganar, ellos lo saben bien
La cara de un sin rostro muerto no entra en la pared
Se queda como el alma por debajo de la piel
Y yo no soy el logi que escuchás, esa mierda que loreas, tus rappers de falso rap, wack
Que rima porque rima y delira por delirar
Wacho de mierda por lo menos respetá lo que es samplear
Yo hago rap pa’ vagos que no tienen casa
Y vos para wachines loreandola de plaza en plaza
{?} qué onda compa qué te pasa?
Yo no soy el Tego pero tú eres Guasa Guasa
Y no estoy en la tuya de real
Real es mi viejita que bardié y me quiere igual
Vivíamos con dos pesos pero sonreíamo’ igual
Salía hambriento de casa pero yo sonreía igual
Lo tuyo es trap, lo mio es rap y cumbia kolombiana
{?} a las 6 de la mañana
Saco tantas mañas que hasta se me van las ganas
De que escuchen mi movida si sé que no entienden nada
Su ritmo es re copiado y su estética re cogida
Son loros esperando que todo les llegue de arriba
Yo no estudié sobre rap pero sí es mi vida
Lo más rapero que vos tenés son tus 3 de adidas, n#gg# (Haha)
Acá lo más rapero que vos tenés son tus 3 de adidas, n#gg# (Fake)
Acá lo más rapero que vos tenés son tus 3 de adidas, n#gg# (f#ck it)
Acá lo más rapero que vos tenés son tus 3…
Son fake
Son fake (Logi)
Como tu rap, son fake
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VILLeRIo Lyrics English
I> i’m MAKIN ‘DOUGH, but not ENOUGH TO BLOW
J.O.’s, They Lust My Flows, But Ayo, I Don’s Trust A Soul
I’M MAKIN ‘DOUGH, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO BLOW
J.O.’s, They Lust My Flows, But Ayo, I Don’s Trust A Soul
Facess
I broke that sh#t
I am the Villerio’s hangover
The tango of the old, the music of those children
More than one wanted to see my place as a challenge
Because I always put breast, back and arm for mine
Today I have a lot to take care of
I was born to lose but I decided to win, they know it well
The face of a dead face does not enter the wall
It stays like the soul below the skin
And I am not the logi that you hear, that sh#t that Loreas, your folds of false rap, wack
That rhymes why rhyme and delirks to delir
sh#t Wacho At least respect what Sample is
I make rap pa ‘vagos that have no house
And you for wachines loreandola in Plaza
{?} What wave compa what happens to you?
I am not the tego but you are guasa guasa
And I’m not in your real
Real is my old woman who bardy and loves me the same
We lived with two pesos but smiling ‘the same
I was hungry at home but I smiled the same
Yours is trap, mine is rap and cumbia Kolombiana
{?} at 6 am
I take so many tricks that I even want
To listen to my movement if I know they don’t understand anything
His rhythm is remembered and his aesthetic rekoid
They are parrots waiting for everything to get from above
I did not study on rap but it is my life
The most rapper that you have are your 3 adidas, n#gg# (haha)
Here the most rapper you have are your 3 adidas, n#gg# (fake)
Here the most rapper you have are your 3 adidas, n#gg# (f#ck it)
Here the most rapper you have are your 3 …
They are fake
They are fake (logi)
Like your rap, they are fake
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