RIFLE BISEXUAL English Translation Lyrics by Albany
Damn, Pablo
Woah, Taliban rifle
[?], Somadamantina
Free Palestine
Fuck occupation
God bless La Vendición
Kids thrown into the mine
“Taliban Rifle”—fuck you, fuck you
What do you mean?
La Vendición, man
I’ve got a Taliban rifle, a chick who’s out of her mind
You try to mess with me, but you can’t get close
This is real music, straight from the heart
You sold your soul to the first buyer
That’s why you sound off
They took you off your own track, what happened?
Your mama’s bald guy’s already gone
But you’re all gonna eat what I’m hanging here
You’re not reserved, you’re just slow
First of all, fuck your brother
All you want are views, so here’s this track
I’ll tear you apart like termites to wood
La Mafia Del Amor came back before my ex (Before my ex)
Now that’s a line, not the crap you guys make
I don’t feel like recording anymore
I’ll leave it unfinished, the best remix of the year
So you can learn how it’s done
We didn’t need you, not even to steal the beat
So you can learn with style
I’ve got a Taliban rifle that shoots to kill (Brr; rrah)
I’ve got a bisexual rifle, it shoots in all directions
I’m your slow-witted cousin (Bitch, I’m super slow)
You gave a gun to Rojuu, and the bastard offed himself
You listened to your manager, and they took you off the remix
(From the banana clip, they go prr; bitch)
My neck is frozen like a Ben & Jerry’s (Paw)
I give the remix a BBL, bitch, I put VVS on it (VV)
I’m an architect, I’m a Mason
Your managers speak for you, that’s why there’s no response (Woh-woh)
I don’t care about your opinion
Your ass smells like industry, man, you don’t have the blessing (Woh-woh)
(La Vendición)
You don’t run the streets, be careful it doesn’t blow up on you
Red face like Donald Trump (Prrah; paw)
Don’t let anyone find out, I thought you were real
Crazy minds for the act (l0rna)
I’ve got a homosexual rifle, and I shoot with my left hand
My rifle is so left-wing, it even voted for SUMAR
The OG was solid, but the remix is crap, ah
A fucking mess (A fucking mess)
React to this crap (React to this crap)
What a time to be alive (Oh, what a time to be alive)
A fucking mess (It’s a fucking mess)
Bitch, I don’t give a damn with that dog-face of yours
And those bros don’t live in war, you guys sell out like whores
Bitch, I don’t give a damn, your rifle doesn’t scare me
All the doors close on you
If you’re reserved, we’re superstars
I’m with the terrorists like in the Harlem Shake (Harlem Shake)
I always roll with dealers, and none of them are Taliban
Mm, wait, Icy Vedo, where the hell are you?
Your buddy betrayed you, all for an industry plan (Fuck)
In my cup, I’ve got mud, in my cup, I’ve got mud
In my cup, Maka with Sprite, ah
I’ve got a lot of light left, you can’t turn it off
[?], those rappers talk like hoes
If you say you have the Taliban rifle, what’s it ready to go for?
My cup is filled with mud
Mud, like all your bosses in the [?] (You’re a pussy, man)
Better not talk much, let the music speak (Oh)
I’ve got a Taliban rifle, a half-crazy chick
On the way back, she does the same, she’s the queen of the game
I’ll kick you out of the city
Dude, it’s a Maka bottle that’s paying for your bands (Woah-woah-woah)
[?]
Falls asleep on me
This is [?]
I’ve got a gun (Pa-pa-paw)
With no recoil (Rrah)
I come in her mouth (Ah-ah-ah)
And then she kisses me (Ah; what?)
Come and smoke my fat (This is a scam)
Cut your hand with the edge of my knife
Baby, I’m addicted to WhatsApp (Your coochie relaxes me)
Your main outfit is my stay-at-home clothes
I miss that memory, ho (-memory, ho)
Those summer nights, ho
You sucked the venom out of me (Now I only keep a memory; rrah)
With a gun that always fires with no recoil (Bang)
If I come in her mouth, there’s a kiss (Oh, oh, oh)
You’re a clown, very McDonald’s, and I’m more Burger King (Ho)
In bed, we got caught together (My God)
I love everyone, and everyone loves us
I’m growing out the beard that Osama had (Eh)
With Mohamed from the Sierra, I cut my hair like Benzema
And a kiss for my mom who’s watching me succeed (My God)
With a Taliban flow (Bang-bang; my God)
The backpack’s full (Bang, bang, bang)
In your face, bang-bang (Bang-bang; my God)
You left without your shoes (My God), haha
A Kalashnikov, I bought a new one
A Kalashnikov while I smoke and drink
A Kalashnikov, I don’t carry it as decoration
A Kalashnikov, I owe you nothing
A Kalashnikov, I bought a new one (A new one)
A Kalashnikov while I smoke and drink (Smoke and drink)
A Kalashnikov, I don’t carry it as decoration (Don’t carry it as decoration)
A Kalashnikov, I owe you nothing (Owe you nothing)
A Kalashnikov, I bought a new one (A new one)
A Kalashnikov while I smoke and drink (Smoke and drink)
A Kalashnikov, I don’t carry it as decoration (Don’t carry it as decoration)
A Kalashnikov, I owe you nothing
A Kalashnikov, I bought a new one
A Kalashnikov while I smoke and drink
A Kalashnikov, I don’t carry it as decoration
A Kalashnikov, I owe you nothing
A Kalashnikov, I bought a new one (A new one)
A Kalashnikov while I smoke and drink (Smoke and drink)
A Kalashnikov, I don’t carry it as decoration (Don’t carry it as decoration)
A Kalashnikov, I owe you nothing
My Kalashnikov leaves you soft (Soft)
I’m schizo, I speak in code (A schizo)
No more evil can fit here (Haha)
I’ve got the code and the key (Yeah)
I leave those dudes floating (Pff)
Look at those rats all strung out
You know, they’ve talked about me
Uh-huh, you don’t know me, you’ve talked (Snitch)
I’ve got them tattooed for life (Forever)
Like my gang for life (For life)
Life’s like that, that’s life (C’est la vie, c’est comme ça)
But I never forget (No)
It says Christian Dior here (Dior, Dior, Dior)
Where’s the pain? (The pain) In my heart (In my heart)
The song, Somadamantina, the passion
Out of compassion, make [?] shut up
Annoying
La Vendición