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Description
Main Artist: Lefty Gunplay
Main Artist: Santa Fe Klan
Main Artist: MoneySign Suede
Producer: Cricket
Composer Lyricist: Franklin Scott Holladay
Composer Lyricist: Jaime Brudada Valdez
Composer Lyricist: Angel Jair Quezada Jasso
Composer Lyricist: Alvaro Venegas
Composer Lyricist: Anthony David Orozco
Lyrics and translation
Original
No weapon formed against me shall prosper.
Échale Crikes!
-Somos la santa carnal. -It's lefty Gunplay, Money Sign Sway.
Rest -in peace rappers, everything is lit. -Eight-nine-zero to my five.
-Definitely push up to the furthest.
-Look, don't even talk like you slide 'cause you don't do that. I don't argue about it, bitch, go get your boo back.
You want smoke, I'm on your head like a durag.
I don't gotta sound with it, nigga, know I don't gotta prove that. That nigga swear he a goon, nigga do that.
He just left court, I heard that nigga fighting two straps.
This shit part of the game, nigga, too bad. When he come and go song, I feel I spent some crack.
Yeah, if that ain't S five-eighty, then it ain't a bang.
Baby girl, you drive me crazy, but you just my friend. My baby mama said I'm stupid, I can't comprehend.
You a section eight hoe, you don't pay for rent.
Rest in peace, Uncle Free one-oh-four. City of BP, where helicopters hover low.
Dirty burners on the floor, guns in my grandma's home.
Have you ever tried to hide the burner in the fucking stove? Have you ever tried to hide a burner in your neighbor's home?
Have you ever grew up in the trailer park, mobile home?
Have you ever been so popular that everybody know? Everybody wanna flick everywhere I fucking go. Thank Money Sign
Sway for every single show. Every time I hit a lit girl, cops already know.
He laid the foundation for me to go and do my thing.
I don't give a fuck, I'ma bang, -bang, bang.
-Don't even talk like you slide 'cause you don't do that. I don't argue about it, bitch, go get your boo back.
You want smoke, I'm on your head like a durag.
I don't gotta sound with it, nigga, know I don't gotta prove that. That nigga swear he a goon, nigga do that.
He just left court, I heard that nigga fighting two straps.
This shit part of the game, nigga, too bad. When he come and go song, I feel I spent some crack.
Siempre todo está controlado. Así yo me manejo, siempre ando de lado a lado.
Las morras quieren fiesta, todas ellas me han bailado. Tumbao, tumbao, tumbao, tumbao.
Somos la santa, carnal!
Con un pañuelo en la cara, un trago al suelo por la vida mala. Yo no muerdo el anzuelo, yo sí aguanto bala.
Me quedo callado si la policía me para. Tengo carnales que me cuidan la espalda.
Hacemos lo que sea, nunca nadie dice nada. Ya llegó el Quesada, el de la ropa tumbada.
Un saludo pa' las pandillas más pesadas. Que se arme el refuego, que se prendan fuego.
Los tumbo luego, luego, oh.
Que se arme el refuego, que se prendan fuego. Los tumbo luego, luego, oh.
Don't even talk like you slide 'cause you don't do that.
I don't argue about it, bitch, go get your boo back. You want smoke, I'm on your head like a durag.
I don't gotta sound with it, nigga, know I don't gotta prove that.
That nigga swear he a goon, nigga do that.
He just left court, I heard that nigga fighting two straps. This shit part of the game, nigga, too bad.
When he come and go song, I feel -I spent some crack. -It's Lefty Gunplay. Rest in peace, Money
Sign Sway. Lil Messi, yeah.
Too classy. OTR Records.
I miss Yayo. I grew up out in the English, don't fake this.
Hey, hey, hey.
Órale, carnal. Hasta el cielo.
Un abrazo pa' toda tu familia.
De mi barrio pa' tu barrio. Es el F.
-Viva México! Somos la banda, carnal. -The DJ,
VIP.