Tu Papá (part. Ilnenedeoro 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)
Your Daddy (feat. Ilnenedeoro and Borya)
(Brrr)
(Daimi On The Beats Bitch)
(Oblock Gang)
(1.7 Chuchetumare)
(Brr El Nene)
I'm rollin', strapped up, ready to go
In the hood with my crew
They suckin' your dick if you don't want
To get killed, takin' out the competition
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 just 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 on his neck, I can't
Explain how I fuck so many
Bitches, how I smoke so much, maybe
'Cause I'm countin' bills all day, I'm
Buyin' more extensions
And gettin' more guns
'Cause I ain't leavin' my mama
Home alone
(Brrr)
(Money Boyss)
(Il nene)
(Oblock)
A couple of tracks like, and
We hit that bitch
Dodging the cops, we
Know that route, always
Wanted to be a millionaire, a
Motherfucker, straight outta the UK
They bring me the world
Millions in cash, the
Gun with a drum
All my brothers hustlers
They’re on fire
Don't look at me funny or I'll press
The button, I don't wear trapstar
That trend's over, 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 needing to pop pills
I got all these
Jealous singers, 'cause I make
Millions, sittin' pretty in the chair
We're gonna take you out, try
Your luck, I'm rollin' with the crew
Your uncles know
Pudahuel north, all
Ferragamo dripped out and
Gucci carded up, the
Cash is paid
With the
Bersa and the glock, we're
Gonna make you pay attention
(One seven)