A 200 English Translation Lyrics by KING SAVAGGE
I brought you a little mambo to dance to
Pretty lady
I’m on my way to get you
Driving down Vespucio at 200
Seat leaned back
Wait for me ready
Baby, I’m your artist
And my moment is coming
Envy surrounds me
But I’m fast, not slow
I’ll pick you up at your house
You’re so beautiful, girl, you’re amazing
You don’t turn down the date
We’ll have a good conversation
Burning a race
I have a problem, but it’s solvable
Jealous guys hating
My queen, the boss, the untouchable
Anyone who tries to bring us down
I’ll send him to God to have a chat
They want to see my head
Where my LV’s go
They hope to see me fall
But the boy keeps rising
Even though evil surrounds me
With you, I feel on top of the clouds
Counting orange and blue bills
Because now we’re all set
We’re all set
We’re ready, thanks to God
And for the envy, cheers
We’re all set
We’re all set
The haters handling business
They ask how I’m doing,
Well, not like you
I’m on my way to get you
Driving down Vespucio at 200
Seat leaned back
Wait for me ready
Baby, I’m your artist
Come, let’s live in the moment
I’ll make you mine for life
And if I failed you, baby, I’m sorry
Jairo Vera
Fakeness surrounds me
A lot of fame and money at a young age
Many want what’s mine, but they didn’t get it
And they never will
Because you were born for me and no one else
I’m all in for the one who keeps me calm
My girl, the only one who knows loyalty
I’ve been wanting you for a while
I’m going to take off that top
This goes until we crash
The haters can pay for protection
I’m the only devil
You allow to touch you
I didn’t waste my time
I focused on you, to take you out of the block
Bayron Fire
I’m in the Cherokee like a boss
The haters envy me
But they can’t compete
They try to get to me, but bounce off
Sultan style, they’re not at my level
And they are
Trapped, high-end Italian style
Baby, I’m coming for you, masked up
I’m the most expensive product
I know I won’t slip up
I’m the guy who writes you songs
Today I made over 100 grand
Pick out some shoes
We’ll go wherever you want, I’ll cover
All the vacations
Your complete artist has never held back
Unlike these losers
I’m on my way to get you
Driving down Vespucio at 200
Top down, seat leaned back
With the Glock and the Smith &
Baby, I’m your artist
And my moment is coming
Recording with Sebita
And with Jairo, we’re killing it
Because now we’re all set
We’re all set
We’re ready, thanks to God
And for the envy, cheers
We’re all set
We’re all set
The haters handling business
They ask how I’m doing
Well, like you aren’t