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Sentir (part. Baby Gang)
Morad
Sentir (part. Baby Gang)
Guardo il basso sopra dal top come fossi un boss della calle
Calle, calle, calle, calle, calle, calle, calle
Giro Parigi in GT-Sport, palazzi grigi per la calle
Calle, calle, calle, calle, calle, calle, calle
Non ho amici ma ho una Glock i miei nemici con le pare
Pare, pare, pare, pare, pare, pare, pare
Tutti sanno ormai chi è il goat quindi faccio ciò che mi pare
Pare, pare, pare, pare, pare, pare, pare
Fingono, fingono, questi con te brindono e ridono
Il mondo è piccolo, scappa ho amici pure a Mykonos
Metto il NOS nel vicolo, sembro un po' Lucifero
Risolviamo face to face dimmi no, oh, yes, non fare il tímido
Ojos no abro para no ver, es que no quiero yo abrirlos
No pido ayuda pa' que no vayas a decirlo
Estaba preso solo y solo me acompañaba un libro
Ahora tú entiendes cómo voy a confiar
El dinero a mí no me llena, el amor a mí no me llena
Ni tengo muchos amigos y pocos están en la condena
Mi madre sí que me llena, los demás me dan la pena
Hay gente que se me muere por la envidia siempre ajena
No me mires tú mal, si yo no busco problemas
Siempre estoy en Barcelona, no por los barrios ajenos
Buscando solo volar, olvidarme de lo bueno
Lo malo me ayuda mucho, a nadie echo de menos
Ese pide y me rechazó, solo tenía para dos
Aun así le reparto a tres y me quedo sin nada yo
Ese habla, pero envidió, él quería ser como yo
Tú, como yo, no puedes ser, el dinero a ti te cambió
Pare, pare, pare, pare, pare
No hay guerra que se para, para, para, para, para
Si hablan a la cara, cara, cara, cara, cara
Y los juzgados con chivatos que rápido me declaran (los de la L)
Guardo il basso sopra dal top come fossi un boss della calle
Calle, calle, calle, calle, calle, calle, calle
Giro Parigi in GT-Sport, palazzi grigi per la calle
Calle, calle, calle, calle, calle, calle, calle
Non ho amici ma ho una Glock i miei nemici con le pare
Pare, pare, pare, pare, pare, pare, pare
Tutti sanno ormai chi è il goat quindi faccio ciò che mi pare
Pare, pare, pare, pare, pare, pare, pare
Dice free El Cata
Oye
Free Escomar
Dice libertad a los míos que pasaron su momento
Pa' los mayores y también a todos los del centro
Feel (feat. Baby Gang)
I keep the bass up top like I'm a boss of the streets, streets, streets, streets, streets, streets, streets, streets
Cruising Paris in a GT-Sport, gray buildings in the streets, streets, streets, streets, streets, streets, streets, streets
I don't have friends but I got a Glock, my enemies with the crew, crew, crew, crew, crew, crew, crew, crew
Everyone knows who the GOAT is, so I do what I want, want, want, want, want, want, want, want
They pretend, pretend, those who toast with you laugh and grin
The world is small, run away, I got friends even in Mykonos
I put NOS in the alley, I look a bit like Lucifer
We solve things face to face, tell me no oh, yes, don’t be shy
I don’t open my eyes to not see, I just don’t want to open them
I don’t ask for help so you won’t go and say it
I was locked up alone and only a book kept me company
Now you understand how I’m gonna trust
Money doesn’t fill me up, love doesn’t fill me up
I don’t have many friends and few are in the pen
My mom fills me up, the rest just makes me sad
There are people who die on me out of envy always from afar
Don’t look at me wrong, I’m not looking for trouble
I’m always in Barcelona, not in other neighborhoods
Just trying to fly, forget about the good
The bad helps me a lot, I don’t miss anyone
That one asked and I turned him down, I only had enough for two
Still, I share with three and end up with nothing
That one talks but envies, he wanted to be like me
You can’t be like me, money changed you
Want, want, want, want, want
There’s no war that stops, stop, stop, stop, stop
If they talk face to face, face, face, face, face
And the courts with snitches quickly declare me (the ones from the L)
I keep the bass up top
Like I'm a boss of the streets
Streets, streets, streets, streets, streets, streets, streets
Cruising Paris in a GT-Sport, gray buildings in the streets
Streets, streets, streets, streets, streets, streets, streets
I don’t have friends but I got a Glock
My enemies with the crew
Crew, crew, crew, crew, crew, crew, crew
Everyone knows who the GOAT is
So I do what I want
Want, want, want, want, want, want, want
They say free El Cata
Hey
Free Escomar
They say freedom for my people who served their time
For the elders and also for all those in the center
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