LOS DEPURO English Translation Lyrics by Myke Towers
It goes like this, yeah
Young Kingz, baby
This one’s for all my people in Chile, Peru, and Argentina
For all the streets, for every corner
It goes like this
She dances, moves, shakes, and grooves
This is a gangster party—snitches, make your moves
Hide the stacks in the stash spot; let them rot
I light it up in the club because she wants the vibe hot
Money rains down when she twerks that body
How am I shining in the dark without any jewelry?
They came out like you, all phony copies
When they show up masked, I clear them out promptly
Ah, I drop the liquid—I’m living pristine
When they write to me, I reply in fleeting mode, clean
I used to roam the hood on a tricycle scene
If you see my ride now, you might lose your air to breathe
Baby, just keep it up
If they sent you to set me up, just speak up
The whole squad’s locked in for the bag, no bluff (Easy money)
Be straight with me, girl, what do you want? (Ah)
I get it flawless; we laugh at the checkpoints
I’m linked with the mafia, no matter the endpoint
Shipments go to PR, then to LV
Bro, your dream girl is just my throwback memory
They don’t believe me when I say how much I made
They try to flex with girls I’ve already laid
I’m thinking of heading to Qatar in a coupe with a babe
Or to Argentina to dance RKT all day, she’s—
Eh, I was smoking grass on the corner of the block
Educating the kids, making money non-stop
Always ignoring the useless talk
Focused on the monetary ‘cause we’re aiming to hit the jackpot
Making music to play on the radio waves
Avoiding unnecessary problems on the way
Always rolling with one who got her lips done
My whole crew already knows the game I’m on
We’re grinding full time, my people are set
I lace up my Nikes and head out with the best
High and zoned out of my mind
Known for bringing a vibe with a different kind of style
Get closer and see how it feels
Always sporty, always chic with appeal
I don’t deal with fake thugs or pretenders
Come on, babe, move it back and forth with splendor
All the cash, -ash, playful, -ful
Wicked, no masks to pull
I got mine, got out of jail, and rose up strong
Bought two limos, now I want a third to come along
She dances, moves, shakes, and grooves
This is a gangster party—snitches, make your moves
Pam, turn it up—we go hard Monday to Monday
I light it up in the club because she wants the vibe hot
Money rains down when she twerks that body
How am I shining in the dark without any jewelry?
They came out like you, all phony copies
When they show up masked, I clear them out promptly
Myke Towers
L-Gante, what’s up?
Maxi El Brother, man
Cumbia 420 for the crew, ah
Omar Varela