LUCHO SSJ (BZRP Music Sessions #26/66)
Cargo el fulete
Cortando el filete, como le meto acá nadie le mete
Me gasto la paca bajando paquete' y tengo 17
Ahora se cumple lo que te prometen, corto con machete
A los que hablaron no me comprometen
Me cago en la gente 'e tu staff
Estamo' en tu boca como un Flynn Paff
Paso por el club vistiendo Polo Ralph
Ya nos 'tamo' yendo y 'tán pidiendo má', uh, yah
Yo solo hablo de mota, ella quiere se' una SSJ (uh; jota)
Se la damo' en compota, en el cielo 'tá mi nota, uh (nota)
Biza me avisa que tenemo' que irno', mira, mamá, 'tamo' lindo
Haciendo dinero, gasto con los mío', lo quemo como tocino
Me dicen: Lucho, pa' mí es un honor
Estaba pobre hace un año o do'
Ahora las medias que son Christian Dior
Mucho dinero pero no su amor
Y bueno, entonce' le damo'
Asma por lo que fumamo' (mari)
El alma de 21 gramo' yo no la vendo, me mantengo caro
Negro, no existe la ley, se nota ese rostro de fake
Yo solo paro con gang, me preguntan: What’s your name?
Me cago en la gente 'e tu staff
Estamo' en tu boca como un Flynn Paff
Paso por el club vistiendo Polo Ralph
Ya nos 'tamo' yendo y 'tán pidiendo má', uh, yah
Yo solo hablo de mota, ella quiere se' una SSJ
Se la damo' en compota, en el cielo 'tá mi nota, uh
Baby, no tengo una Draco, ni tampoco un AK
Pero mis perro' 'tán suelto', más dispuesto' que ayer
Yo lo hice por mí y también por ticket
Guarda, que con mi swag yo te salpiqué
Me traicionaron, giraron el grinder
Se dieron vuelta por el fuckin' business
Y yo que lo hice de una, nunca tuve ni una duda
Ustedes que siguen con deuda', todavía no pegan una
Yo que lo hice de una, nunca tuve ni una duda, yah
Ustedes que siguen con deuda', todavía no pegan una
Me cago en la gente 'e tu staff
Estamo' en tu boca como un Flynn Paff
Paso por el club vistiendo Polo Ralph
Ya nos 'tamo' yendo y 'tán pidiendo má', uh, yah
Yo solo hablo de mota, ella quiere se' una SSJ
Se la damo' en compota, en el cielo 'tá mi nota, prr
Yo'
Biza me avisa que tenemo' que irno'
Biza me avisa que tenemo' que irno'
Fue demasia'o, fue demasia'o, yoh
Fue demasia'o
Yah
LUCHO SSJ (BZRP Music Sessions #26)
I load the fulete
Cutting the steak, how I put it in here nobody puts it
I spend the paca going down packages' and I'm 17
Now what they promise you is fulfilled, I cut with a machete
Those who spoke don't compromise me
I shit on your staff
We're in your mouth like a Flynn Paff
I pass by the club wearing Polo Ralph
We're already leaving and they're asking for more, uh, yah
I only talk about weed, she wants to be an SSJ (uh; jota)
We give it to her in compote, in the sky is my note, uh (note)
Biza tells me we have to go, look, mom, we're cute
Making money, spending with my people, burning it like bacon
They tell me: Lucho, for me it's an honor
I was poor a year ago or two
Now the socks are Christian Dior
A lot of money but not their love
And well, then we give it to them
Asthma for what we smoke (weed)
The soul of 21 grams I don't sell it, I stay expensive
Black, there is no law, that fake face is noticeable
I only hang out with the gang, they ask me: What’s your name?
I shit on your staff
We're in your mouth like a Flynn Paff
I pass by the club wearing Polo Ralph
We're already leaving and they're asking for more, uh, yah
I only talk about weed, she wants to be an SSJ
We give it to her in compote, in the sky is my note, uh
Baby, I don't have a Draco, nor an AK either
But my dogs are loose, more willing than yesterday
I did it for me and also for the ticket
Watch out, with my swag I splashed you
They betrayed me, turned the grinder
They turned around for the fuckin' business
And I did it right away, never had a doubt
You guys who are still in debt, still not getting it right
I did it right away, never had a doubt, yah
You guys who are still in debt, still not getting it right
I shit on your staff
We're in your mouth like a Flynn Paff
I pass by the club wearing Polo Ralph
We're already leaving and they're asking for more, uh, yah
I only talk about weed, she wants to be an SSJ
We give it to her in compote, in the sky is my note, prr
I'
Biza tells me we have to go
Biza tells me we have to go
It was too much, it was too much, yoh
It was too much
Yah