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Description
Producer: Bassyy
Producer: Venenoldd
Producer: Sauceman36
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ah, sí.
Eh, respeto por respeto, en Philly trapeando con el Pressure.
Un tiro en la chola y es pal pecho, caminen derecho, ellos sí los mato si sospecho.
Cuando le aburro la cara es que yo quedo satisfecho.
Mandaron screenshot, 'tán hablando mierda.
Tú la vas a sentir, cabrón, cuando el palo te prenda. Estamos joseando pa' las perco y pa' las prendas.
Estamos -comandando Nueva York a Filadelfia.
-To' los diablos van arriba en las corridas. Esta gente me pasan por lado y no me tiran.
Sé que están cagados y me quieren matar en güira. Es una glopeta que baila como Shakira.
Mandaron screenshot, 'tán hablando mierda.
Tú la vas a sentir, cabrón, cuando el palo te prenda. Estamos joseando pa' las perco y pa' las prendas.
Estamos -comandando Nueva York a Filadelfia.
-Fumo hierba con cojones, las percos con -cojones.
-Siempre ando en la nota, hago que mi palo -entone. -Peines con cojones, balas con cojones.
Esta gente dormido, los seteamos con los drones.
Ando con el 레이더, yo les voy a meter la pressure.
Esta gente fronteando y deben chavos de la pensión. Los diablos de lloren igual que el bebecito el Mencho.
Al -que nebulée le vaciamos el estecho.
-Yo voy a ver tu sangre pa' que me suban posts. El palo lo dribejo como el Curry de Paul. Esta gente con Ruger, nosotros con
RPOL. Me fumo tus cenizas, bien maquista, moda Paul.
Tengo los opps mudándose de to' mis bloques.
Somos los diablos, los matones y los bichotes. Pero vigilenta hasta que se me rompa el pote.
Estamos en el búnker -esperando que le exploten.
-Tengo, tengo los opps mudándose de to' mis bloques. Somos los diablos, los matones y los bichotes.
Pero vigilenta hasta que se nos rompa el pote. Estamos en el búnker esperando que le exploten.
-Bitch, yeah.
-Estamos en el búnker esperando que le -exploten. -Dime, Yeko.
-Dime, Pri. Dime, Chev. -Dime, Pressure.
-Dime, Bazzi. -Habla, Bazzi.
-Los verdaderos hijos de puta. -Dime, Checo.
Dime, Cheese. Glizzy Gang, Murder Gang, bitch.
-Los diablos. -Los mandan a cantar, ustedes saben.
Metanla rápida, la presión.
¡Ja! Estamos aborreciditos, tú sabes.
English translation
Oh yes.
Eh, respect for respect, in Philly mopping with the Pressure.
A shot in the chola and it's in the chest, walk straight, I will kill you if I get suspicious.
When I bore his face, I am satisfied.
They sent a screenshot, 'they're talking shit.
You're going to feel it, bastard, when the stick catches you. We are jostling for the perco and for the clothes.
We are commanding New York to Philadelphia.
-All the devils go up in the bullfights. These people pass me by and don't shoot me.
I know they are screwed and want to kill me in güira. She is a glopeta that dances like Shakira.
They sent a screenshot, 'they're talking shit.
You're going to feel it, bastard, when the stick catches you. We are jostling for the perco and for the clothes.
We are commanding New York to Philadelphia.
-I smoke weed like hell, I smoke shit like hell.
-I always walk on the note, I make my suit -intone. -Combs with balls, bullets with balls.
These people are asleep, we set them up with the drones.
I'm going with the 레이더, I'm going to put pressure on them.
These people are bordering and they owe pension kids. The devils cry like the little baby Mencho.
We emptied the roof of the nebulée.
-I'm going to see your blood so that posts can be uploaded. He dribbled the stick like Paul's Curry. These people with Ruger, we with
RPOL. I'll smoke your ashes, good makeup artist, Paul fashion.
I have the opps moving out of all my blocks.
We are the devils, the bullies and the bugs. But be careful until my pot breaks.
We're in the bunker - waiting to be blown up.
-I have, I have the opps moving out of all my blocks. We are the devils, the bullies and the bugs.
But be vigilant until our pot breaks. We are in the bunker waiting for them to explode.
-Bitch, yeah.
-We are in the bunker waiting for them to -explode. -Tell me, Yeko.
-Tell me, Pri. Tell me, Chev. -Tell me, Pressure.
-Tell me, Bazzi. -Speak, Bazzi.
-The real sons of bitches. -Tell me, Czech.
Tell me, Cheese. Glizzy Gang, Murder Gang, bitch.
-The devils. -They send them to sing, you know.
Put the pressure on quickly.
Ha! We are hated, you know.