Puma English Translation Lyrics by Prok
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Skrrrr
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Prrrrr
They call me “The Stopper”
I hit him in the face
My bro told me not to kill him
Better tie him up
To watch out for my flaws
I hit him with a rod, left him for Bala
Here, there’s no stopping, you’ll be washing the dishes
Told him to leave Sara in peace
At Zara, buying expensive stuff, climbing mountains
He flew non-stop with balls in boats
With waves that come in gusts, with balls
The crew goes solo (Eh)
The stuff is tough, the song, it rolls it up (Eh)
Thinking of Lola, spills rum and Coke
I want my movie, to have a line
Be with Piccolo, my YOLOs (Eh)
Have them sing the chorus at the shows (Eh)
We hook up, bumping elbows (Eh)
I wake up alone, two ice cubes and solo (Me)
Wolves hunt for me, I remember the thefts
The fools, the dummies, playing with Lolo
The cross, on the bus, in the south, in the hood, looking for a flush
Listening to Laqueen from the life of the street’s cry
Another goal by Lamine, by Zizou
They call me number one
My G’s without my bling, my pure self
Tonight, I swear, I cast a spell on you
Leave you in the dark, under the wall
Let the world rise
Die more pure
Each day that passes, tougher
I push harder
At 200, but I pace myself
With carbon fiber
When I get mad, I feel like an icon
Arriving in Mykonos without hitting the cones
No change of tone
I change the leather on the throne
Magenta
In red, I like that tone
Reminds me of blood, war, and hunger
Of when the cramp hits, in jail looking at the wire
It’s already too late, he doesn’t know his name
Dreamed of being at the summit
Burning coke in the fire
The gypsies, the shoes, the cables
The judge found him guilty
Your house burns, you saw a couple
The blame, the mayor
You thought about grabbing that saber because no one gave you a hand
The bosses say don’t talk
That you look strange, that you’re not stable
Gunshots are heard, and I’m with the tablet
Casino, Scorsese with De Niro, Pesci
Asking for prosciutto with Pepsi
I’m not Cristiano, you call me Messi
Completing the thesis, open your eyes
I’m out at sea, I’m with the others
I think I’m Amenábar, Almodóvar
Time flies by staring at the stars
Lost the patrol
If they ask, we always have blanks
The gypsies are never helped
On an empty stomach, I don’t eat the garbage they serve you at the headquarters
When they come to size up your doubts and you feel lost in those blanks
I’ll wait for you in the 7awma, in the mist
I’ll wait for you in the 7awma, in the mist
With tigers, with jaguars, with pumas
With tigers, with jaguars, with pumas
I’ll wait for you in the 7awma, in the mist
With gypsies dressed in Puma
I’ll wait for you in the jauma, in the mist (Khoya)
Smoke, ha, ha, ha, ha