Peines de 30 English Translation Lyrics by ZARAMAY
And it goes like this, ha
My homie with the flashy cars
And flowers the color of Piccolo
Talking too much, we took your stash, little parrot
I’m the Golden Pencil, how can I explain it, bro
My girls are collagen, frozen in the Benz with nitrogen
I serve the champagne, and the molly dives in
The girls stick their tongues out like the Rolling Stones
We’ll light up your spot like the Choli
She hides me in her flat when the cops are looking for me
She gets on her knees, screams, and we add reverb
Wearing orange Lacoste, feeling like Kluivert
The sneakers, the scarves
The Milonga, the rolingas
I’m like fentanyl, they’re ditching syringes
Upgraded the toys, fully loaded guns
AK-47 rifles, no one dares step in
In the background, sirens blare, rockets explode
We leave fear in the drawer, go wild, and dive into chaos
Because I’m El Chapo, and she’s Kate del Castillo
Oh!
The bosses make it rain bullet shells
Make money, move bricks, multiplying stacks
Oh!
And the hundreds, we stuffed into the suitcase
On my wrist, a Rolex
And in the car, 30-round clips
We’re double the size of the ’70s Crew
You’re just puppets, not who you pretend to be, fool
And the hundreds, we stuffed into the suitcase
On my wrist, a Rolex
And in the car, 30-round clips
We’re double the size of the ’70s Crew (Eh)
You’re just puppets, not who you pretend to be, fool
I didn’t know how broke I was until I started making cash
Girl, I don’t want to live off what others buy and sell
Girl, ask around the streets who’s running things
Those who make noise where it matters (Eh?)
Girl, we’ve got the goods (What-What?)
The Gucci, the Fendi, the Yeezy, and the Wendy
These guys vibe hippie, Melendi flow (Hippie)
They see the diamonds, and their mouths light up
You want me asleep or want me to let my guard down
Baby, I switch to Sport mode; your thrill goes cold
Baby, I switch to Sport mode; your thrill goes cold
Girl, today’s price won’t be the same tomorrow
Find me at the spot with banana clips
Bitch, coke and marijuana
Zaza straight from Cali (Damn)
The cyber girl wants me to keep it cool
And before I fold, I crash; in the block, 300 lights
Snitches snapping photos, kids popping wheelies on bikes
And before I fold, I crash; in the block, 300 lights
Snitches snapping photos
Kid, you’re not a boss until you’ve lost it all
And the hundreds, we stuffed into the suitcase
On my wrist, a Rolex
And in the car, 30-round clips
We’re double the size of the ’70s Crew
You’re just puppets, not who you pretend to be, fool
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