Perico y Escama (remix) (part. JC Reyes y El Patron 970)
Ta-Tales
28, 970
Drippy
Tengo el teléfono haciendo mortales
Sigo pesando gramos en la tana, mamá
Pray for me, mamá
Que en la calle no hay amigo', no hay panas
To'a esas putas me quieren por mi fama
Cualquiera quiere mis zapas pero no mis dramas
Lo que pese no lo peso una tana
Free mis toques en cana
Muerte a los chivatos y - las ranas
Yo me he criado en la selva, no me crié en España
Puta, perico y escama
Colombianas, Mexicanas y chamas
To' los yonkis nos llaman
Si la music no funciona no importa
Porque todos los yonkis nos llaman
Y tengo a tu baby que también me llama
Que quiere venirse conmigo a la cama
Two gyals but bounce back
Porque las pérdidas son parte del juego
A nadie le pido, no quiero nada gratis
Todo lo que quiero yo mismo me lo brego
Really in the streets, hermano no importa si mis temas no pego
Mi hermano a hecho 4 y anda en la misma
Cuatro días después de salir del talego
A nadie nadie le ruego, mi negro con mi plata no juego
And I don't wanna love, I just wanna fuck
Después follar hasta luego
Sigo pesando gramos en la tana, mamá
Pray for me, mamá
Que en la calle no hay amigo no hay panas
To’a esas putas me quieren por mi fama
Cualquiera quiere mis zapas pero no mis dramas
Lo que pese no lo peso una tana
Free mis toques en cana
Muerte a los chivatos y - las ranas
Yo me he criado en la selva, no me crié en España
Puta, perico y escama
Colombianas, Mexicanas y chamas
To' los yonkis nos llaman
Sigo vendiendo, y contando
Los tacos abajo de la cama
Cortando y pesando gramos en la tana
Sacando al extranjero la marihuana
Si no dan un santo, no invento
Y saben que de una me monto
Me bajo y te lo vaciamos al momento
Si salen los payos vamos a estar despiertos
Vamo' 250 rodando en el carro
Con un arma de guerra
Que Dios nos bendiga de to' lo malo
Y los seres que no están en la tierra
Porque esta vida sabe que me agarro
Aunque sea así de perra
Un peine 30 le meto a mi fierro
A la pobreza dime quien se aferra
La mama está rezando por mí
Yo me fijo en los detalles
Porque esto lo aprendí en la calle
Camella pa' que no te falle
Doblamos, invertí
Empacando la verde valle
En caleta ya van 200
Y la que puede que te ametralle
Puta, perico y escama
El dinero me llama
Rafagaso' pa to'a las ranas
Sigo pesando gramos en la tana
Convirtiendo las horas en lana
To' los yonkis nos llaman
Sigo rodando (you)
Pero sigo con los mismos, no cambio de bando
Ahora todos se acuerdan de mí todos están llamando
Al que criticaban lo tengo mamando
Y a los que no me la daban los tengo bailando
No te preocupes mamá ya no estoy robando
Ella pide en la fiesta molly (you)
Y yo la voy a abastecer por que la tengo que encholar I'm ballin
Cuando me lleve el pastel yo lo voy a repartir like Robin
Conmigo todas de 3 yo no acostumbro a fallar like Kobe
Mataron a mi bro
La muerte disparó y se lo llevó
Ya está encerra'o porque lo cobró
Como su madre nadie lo lloró
Doble R, grr, grrah
Double R
That's the gang
Drippy
Parrot and Scale (remix) (feat. JC Reyes and El Patron 970)
Ta-Tales
28, 970
Drippy
I have the phone doing somersaults
I keep weighing grams in the hideout, mom
Pray for me, mom
Because in the street there are no friends, no buddies
All those bitches want me for my fame
Anyone wants my kicks but not my dramas
I don't weigh what a hideout weighs
Free my touches in the slammer
Death to the snitches and - the frogs
I was raised in the jungle, not in Spain
Bitch, parrot and scale
Colombians, Mexicans, and girls
All the junkies call us
If the music doesn't work, it doesn't matter
Because all the junkies call us
And I have your baby who also calls me
Who wants to come to bed with me
Two gals but bounce back
Because losses are part of the game
I don't ask anyone, I don't want anything for free
Everything I want, I work for myself
Really in the streets, brother, it doesn't matter if my songs don't hit
My brother has done 4 and is in the same
Four days after getting out of the slammer
I don't beg anyone, my black, I don't play with my money
And I don't wanna love, I just wanna fuck
Then fuck and goodbye
I keep weighing grams in the hideout, mom
Pray for me, mom
Because in the street there are no friends, no buddies
All those bitches want me for my fame
Anyone wants my kicks but not my dramas
I don't weigh what a hideout weighs
Free my touches in the slammer
Death to the snitches and - the frogs
I was raised in the jungle, not in Spain
Bitch, parrot and scale
Colombians, Mexicans, and girls
All the junkies call us
I keep selling, and counting
The stacks under the bed
Cutting and weighing grams in the hideout
Taking marijuana abroad
If they don't give a saint, I don't invent
And they know I get on it right away
I get down and we empty it at the moment
If the payos come out, we'll be awake
Let's go 250 rolling in the car
With a war weapon
May God bless us from all evil
And the beings that are not on earth
Because this life knows that I grab it
Even if it's so bitchy
I put a 30 comb in my iron
Tell me who clings to poverty
Mom is praying for me
I pay attention to the details
Because I learned this in the street
Work hard so you don't fail
We double, invest
Packing the green valley
In the stash, there are already 200
And the one that can shoot you
Bitch, parrot and scale
Money calls me
Gunshots for all the frogs
I keep weighing grams in the hideout
Turning hours into wool
All the junkies call us
I keep rolling (you)
But I'm still with the same ones, I don't switch sides
Now everyone remembers me, everyone is calling
The one they criticized is now sucking
And those who didn't give me a chance are now dancing
Don't worry, mom, I'm not stealing anymore
She asks for molly at the party (you)
And I'm going to supply her because I have to get her high, I'm ballin'
When I take the cake, I'll share it like Robin
With me, all in 3, I don't usually fail like Kobe
They killed my bro
Death shot and took him away
He's locked up because he paid for it
No one cried for him like his mother
Double R, grr, grrah
Double R
That's the gang
Drippy