PUT EM IN THE FRIDGE (part. Cardi B)
¿Te acuerdas cuando estábamos solos de niños?
Que fuimos de barrio, pero ahora somos finos
Cuando fumaba mota en blunt con el vecino
¿Qué hace el destino? Si no hay nada decidido
¿Sí? ¿No?
Pregúntale al gobierno cuando vino
Me vieron vestidito de marino
Pues a huevo que soy de oro latino
¿Sí? ¿No?
Divino
Los ojos rojos, siempre fumo fino
De este beat soy el puto asesino
Ya saben que estoy loco desde niño
Bélicos, somos bélicos mori—
Fifty burro' por la' cloud like Aurelio
Aladina por la alfombra walking
Sin la lámpara, con el cuerno dе goat, ¿qué lo?
It's the last time I can hear you talking about mе
Peso Pluma con la peso heavy
En Jalisco ven mi culo y dicen: Diablo, Cardi
Tengo a to's los narcos smelling de la white
Y a sus mamis pidiendo que les firme los panties
Ya no 'tamos broke, 'tamos shining, 'tamos pretty
White powder del aeropuerto cruzando pa' la city
Ya no 'tamos broke, 'tamos shining, 'tamos pretty
Solo me siento en la mesa con los duros pa' los meetings, prr
Me preguntan que por qué verga yo soy así
Ah, cómo lloran, no se llenan, déjenme dormir
La suela roja como el puto Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they fuckin' comin' in
¿Sí? ¿No?
Encima de los beats los asesino
Tengo al presidente de vecino
El mundo es mío como Al Pa—, ja
Como Al Pacino
¿Sí? ¿No?
Pregúntale al gobierno cuando vino
Me vieron vestidito de marino
Pues a huevo que soy de oro latino
¿Sí? ¿No?
Forty shooters, if I send them in, they comin' in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they comin' in
Hundred thousand real close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the fucking fridge
Me preguntan que por qué verga yo soy así
Ah, cómo lloran, no se llenan, déjenme dormir
La suela roja como el puto Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they fuckin' comin' in
Forty shooters, if I send them in, they comin' in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they comin' in
Hundred thousand real close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the fucking fridge
PUT EM IN THE FRIDGE (feat. Cardi B)
Do you remember when we were kids alone?
We were from the hood, but now we're fancy
When I smoked weed in a blunt with the neighbor
What does destiny do? If nothing is decided
Yes? No?
Ask the government when it came
They saw me dressed like a sailor
Well, of course, I'm a Latin gold
Yes? No?
Divine
Red eyes, I always smoke the finest
On this beat, I'm the damn killer
They already know I've been crazy since I was a kid
Bellicose, we are bellicose until we die—
Fifty donkeys on the clouds like Aurelio
Aladdin on the carpet walking
Without the lamp, with the goat horn, what's up?
It's the last time I can hear you talking about me
Featherweight with the heavy weight
In Jalisco they see my ass and say: Devil, Cardi
I have all the drug lords smelling like white
And their moms asking me to sign their panties
We're not broke anymore, we're shining, we're pretty
White powder from the airport crossing to the city
We're not broke anymore, we're shining, we're pretty
I only sit at the table with the tough guys for the meetings, prr
They ask me why the fuck I'm like this
Ah, how they cry, they're never satisfied, let me sleep
Red soles like fucking Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they fucking coming in
Yes? No?
I kill them on top of the beats
I have the president as a neighbor
The world is mine like Al Pa—, ha
Like Al Pacino
Yes? No?
Ask the government when it came
They saw me dressed like a sailor
Well, of course, I'm a Latin gold
Yes? No?
Forty shooters, if I send them in, they're coming in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they're coming in
Hundred thousand real close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the fucking fridge
They ask me why the fuck I'm like this
Ah, how they cry, they're never satisfied, let me sleep
Red soles like fucking Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they fucking coming in
Forty shooters, if I send them in, they're coming in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they're coming in
Hundred thousand real close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the fucking fridge
Escrita por: Hassan Emilio Kabande Laija / Belcais Marlenis Cephus / Froggy Fres / Charlie Handsome / Carlos Alberto Butter Aguila / Siggy Vázquez / Jean.C Hernández Espinell / Mateo Dorado