Tu Papá (part. Lil Snow y Borya)
(Brrr)
(Daimi On The Beats Bitch)
(Oblock Gang)
(1. 7 Chuchetumare)
(Brr El Nene)
Ando-ando-do-do-do volao' empistolao'
En la pobla con mi' monicate'
Chupano' el pico si no queri'
Que te mate, matando la liga
Tu puta llamo a una amiga
Se lo di todo en la cara y me
Dijo que tu no dispara' tu no
Jala tu no vive' realmente
En el tra' tu ere un pussy nigga
Lo tengo adicto y no vendo cra'
Toy' juntando la' monea' pa
Mi taita de cana saca medio
Kilo en el cuello esa mierda no
La se explicar, como chingo tanta
Perra, como fumo tanto, será
Porque billone' to lo día toy
Contando, comprando más extendo
Y comprandome más pistolas
Porque a mi mamita en la casa
Yo no la dejo sola
(Brrr)
(Money Boyss)
(Il nene)
(Oblock)
Par de chandal como, y
Nos pitiamos esa puta
Librando de la yuta ya
Sabemo esa ruta, siempre
Quise ser un millonario un
Hijoeputa', directo de UK
Me bajan los syna world
Millone' en efectivo la
Glopeta con tambor
Puro hermano joseadore'
Son del calenton
No me mire feo que te apreto
El boton, ya no uso trapstar
Esa moda ya paso, como
Tu momento en la music
Ahora yo corono esta movie
Ahora yo me tiro esta' pussy
La tengo en el flote encima
Mío sin que jalen tussi
Tengo envidioso a to' esto
Cantante, porque millone'
Hago bastante pony la silla
Vamo a quitarte, prueba
Suerte ando con los porte'
Me conocen tu' tío' de
Pudahuel nortee lo
Ferragamo to' choriao' y
La Gucci tarjeteao' lo
Cordone' en efectivo
Lo es pagao' con el
Bersa y lo globo vamo'
A hacerte atentao'
(Uno siete) x7
Your Daddy (feat. Lil Snow and Borya)
(Brrr)
(Daimi On The Beats Bitch)
(Oblock Gang)
(1. 7 Chuchetumare)
(Brr The Kid)
I'm rollin' with my gun out,
In the hood with my crew,
They suckin' dick if you don't want
To get killed, takin' out the squad.
Your bitch called up a friend,
I gave it all to her face and she
Said you don't shoot, you don't
Pull, you don't really live,
In the trap, you're a pussy nigga.
I got 'em hooked and I don't sell crack,
I'm stackin' up the cash for
My pops, doin' time, pullin' half
A kilo, that shit I can't
Explain, how I bang so many
Chicks, how I smoke so much, maybe
'Cause I'm countin' bills all day,
Buyin' more extensions
And gettin' more guns,
'Cause I ain't leavin' my mama
Home alone.
(Brrr)
(Money Boyss)
(The kid)
(Oblock)
A couple of tracks like, and
We hit that bitch,
Shakin' off the cops, we
Know that route, always
Wanted to be a millionaire, a
Motherfucker, straight from the UK,
They drop the world on me,
Millions in cash, the
Gun with a drum,
Pure hustlers,
They’re all about the heat.
Don't look at me funny or I'll press
The button, I don't wear trapstar
Anymore, that trend's gone, like
Your moment in music,
Now I'm runnin' this movie,
Now I'm pullin' these bitches,
I got her floatin' on top
Of me without them poppin' pills.
I got all these jealous
Rappers, 'cause I make
Millions, sittin' pretty,
We’re gonna take you out, try
Your luck, I'm rollin' with the crew,
Your uncles know me from
Pudahuel, all decked out in
Ferragamo and
Gucci, carded up,
Cash in hand,
Paid with the
Bersa and the glock, we’re
Gonna make you pay attention.
(One seven) x7