Murci English Translation Lyrics by Jhayco
Wow
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lights on the ceiling, in the Rolls they look like LIV
We pick her up in the Phantom, but she leaves in an Uber Lyft
In Miami, many add up, don’t talk to me about beef
Girls who speak English, I want a Taylor Swift
Yeah (Yeah), Taylor Swift’s in the Epic, not the Lyft
Rockstar life like Kiss, with my whole clique like Chief Keef
We hit your baby mama, that was a diss
Dude, I’m a Jedi, who the hell is Chris to me?
I told your baby to guide me
We get her to call you, put you on speaker
Talking crap about me but unzipping my zipper to my face
My house looks like E11EVEN, and I don’t even live in Brickell
Yeah, we are three hundred
Always high, that’s why the Stevie Wonder shades
What you do is comedy, baby, like “Tropic Thunder”
And you’re calling her, but she’s not responding, prr-prr-prr-prr-prr, hey
Yeah, call her again, eh
Call her again, eh
Buzzing again, eh
Bought her another Rolex, eh, for the second time, eh
I make her go down even when it’s that time of the month
And tell me, what are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?
I bang for eight hours, I’m like Duracell, Duracell
Check out the bill at the Sofitel, Sofitel
She’s got another kid, and she’s not keeping it
I came inside her, and she’s not keeping it, nah!
You follow me or not yet?
Wow, wow
I make it rain on her, got her glowing like a fair
We took one night, and they called from the lobby saying I have to extend it
Wow, wow, wow
Neck shining, even if they close their eyes, dude, they have to see me
Yeah, there were thirty in the club with your girl
The Addys came in thirties, feel the glitch
I don’t go to church, but oh my, my dude, splish
I opened that thing up, and that girl smells like peach
Nova and Jory with the Draco like Robi
A beast, all 24, call me “Kobe,” prr-prr
It’s 12 o’clock, baby girl, come find me, I’m in the lobby
We’re solid; back in the White Lion days, I was just a hobby
This is a hobby (This is a hobby), this is a hobby (This is a hobby)
The rifle is bisexual, but I’m not homophobic
I’m the beast, what you gonna do? Baby, well, duh
I don’t wear Cuban links anymore, but shoutout to Ovi
Taylor Swift, Doja Cat
If it strikes midnight, commandments will be broken
I don’t want a Barbie, I want a Bratz
She’s not an angel, and I make her prr
You all are Lucifer, I’m the trinity
She hops like a bunny, she thinks she’s Bad
She only speaks English, she says, “Oh, my God” (Prr-prr-prr, hey)
Taylor Swift, Doja Cat
Knows all the commandments and will sin
I don’t want a Barbie, I want a Bratz
She’s not Anuel, but I make her
Damn, how much do I pay for the Ferrari, if for the Bentley I put down…?
70 like Héctor, like Héctor
Like Héctor, shift to sixth
I want the Ferrari since sixth grade
I don’t drink red, but bring seventy bottles
Like Héctor, like Héctor
Sucker, we’re not in Héctor’s times
You’re an insect, retire like Héctor
God bless you, says Tito and Héctor, wow
I don’t want an Infinity
I want a Ferrari and a baby like Trinity
To PR, sucker, without security
I want two billion dollars like “DÁKITI,” you follow me?
I don’t stay at the Embassy
That you fall, mmm, probability
And we cut your Wi-Fi like Xfinity
At this level, my life is a reality, hey
All Moschino (All Moschino), all Moschino (All Moschino)
I hook up with your sister and make your kids my nephews (My nephews)
I talked to Haze, and he said, “They’re not classy”
Who told the gossip lady I was with Corcino? (Corcino)
Oh, call the party, we’re good
From Santurce to Alturas de Cupey
With this, I make it clear we’re not the same, me and—okay, okay, okay, okay
Leave me alone; I don’t hit solo, and I took you to Holland
Louis la—hey, Louis the scarf, Louis all—
Louis all the rounds
The Pressure