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Nunca Entenderán (feat. Post Malone)

Larry June

Never Understand (feat. Post Malone)

Good job, First!

I got bands
Broke boys comin' to me with their open hands
And I ain't trippin'
I'm just sayin' now everybody wanna be my friend
I finally fell in love
Now all these bitches wanna come and fuck up my plans
I'm just tryna be who I am
It's just somethin' they will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand

Same life, gettin' rich, whoa, I got a fuckin' problem
Tryna flex up on young Posty, we gon' tell them what's up (we gon' tell 'em)
We gon' tour motherfucker, came up, I ain't lonely
Gotta problem, Santiago, 45 by the gut
Post and 1st, we in the cut, we were smokin' on that woods
And they think it smells good and they all want a puff (they want a puff)
Said they see me at the show, they was in the front row
They wanna fuck, I told them bitches come and jump on my bus
We got molly and we got Xans
And we got drank and we got plants
And we got white and we got gas
And it's just somethin' they will never understand

I got bands
Broke boys comin' to me with their open hands
And I ain't trippin'
I'm just sayin' now everybody wanna be my friend
I finally fell in love
Now all these bitches wanna come and fuck up my plans
I'm just tryna be who I am
It's just somethin' they will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand

They will never understand
They used to didn't love me now they callin' me the man
Baby, where are you goin'? Love, you know I got a plan
I can elevate your life, your life (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keep them niggas far away, they prayin' on my downfall
You don't fuck with me the long way so, baby, what you here for?
It could be so simple, meet me out in Frisco
Yeah, yeah, yeah-hey
Calculate your steps and keep your circle small
Understand that nothin' lasts forever
Glamorization of this lifestyle will leave you desperate
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I got bands
Broke boys comin' to me with their open hands
And I ain't trippin'
I'm just sayin' now everybody wanna be my friend
I finally fell in love
Now all these bitches wanna come and fuck up my plans
I'm just tryna be who I am
It's just somethin' they will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand
They will never understand

Nunca Entenderán (feat. Post Malone)

¡Buen trabajo, First!

Tengo billetes
Los chicos pobres vienen a mí con las manos abiertas
Y no me molesta
Solo digo que ahora todos quieren ser mis amigos
Finalmente me enamoré
Ahora todas estas chicas quieren venir y arruinar mis planes
Solo trato de ser quien soy
Es solo algo que nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán

La misma vida, haciéndome rico, whoa, tengo un maldito problema
Tratando de presumirle al joven Posty, les diremos qué onda (les diremos)
Vamos de tour, hijo de puta, salí adelante, no estoy solo
Tengo un problema, Santiago, 45 en la cintura
Post y 1st, estamos en la movida, estábamos fumando de esa hierba
Y piensan que huele bien y todos quieren un toque (quieren un toque)
Dijeron que me vieron en el show, estaban en la primera fila
Quieren sexo, les dije a las chicas que suban a mi bus
Tenemos molly y tenemos Xans
Y tenemos bebida y tenemos plantas
Y tenemos blanca y tenemos gas
Y es solo algo que nunca entenderán

Tengo billetes
Los chicos pobres vienen a mí con las manos abiertas
Y no me molesta
Solo digo que ahora todos quieren ser mis amigos
Finalmente me enamoré
Ahora todas estas chicas quieren venir y arruinar mis planes
Solo trato de ser quien soy
Es solo algo que nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán

Nunca entenderán
Antes no me amaban, ahora me llaman el hombre
Baby, ¿a dónde vas? Amor, sabes que tengo un plan
Puedo elevar tu vida, tu vida (sí, sí, sí, sí)
Mantén a esos tipos lejos, están deseando mi caída
No te llevas bien conmigo a largo plazo, así que, baby, ¿para qué estás aquí?
Podría ser tan simple, encuéntrame en Frisco
Sí, sí, sí-hey
Calcula tus pasos y mantén tu círculo pequeño
Entiende que nada dura para siempre
La glamurización de este estilo de vida te dejará desesperado
Sí, sí, sí

Tengo billetes
Los chicos pobres vienen a mí con las manos abiertas
Y no me molesta
Solo digo que ahora todos quieren ser mis amigos
Finalmente me enamoré
Ahora todas estas chicas quieren venir y arruinar mis planes
Solo trato de ser quien soy
Es solo algo que nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán
Nunca entenderán

Escrita por: Post Malone, Larry June, Fki