Flipa T - Frank T

Flipa T - Frank T

  • Year of release: 2016
  • Language: Spanish
  • Duration: 3:23

Below is the lyrics of the song Flipa T , artist - Frank T with translation

Lyrics " Flipa T "

Original text with translation

Flipa T

Frank T

Original text

Flipa T, Flipa T, Flipa T

Flipa T, Flipa T, Flipa T

Flipa T, Flipa T, Flipa T

Flipa T, Flipa T, Flipa T

Jackass, deporte de riesgo, mil por un Rolex

Nevera vacía y sin libros para cole

No cae el balón al suelo

Con una pierna solo y emprendiendo el vuelo

Herida abierta, alcohol de mil grados

Les dices que se paren y todos ahí parados

A dos milímetros del choque y frenazo

Orgasmo culé un segundo alcorconazo

Yo soy más guapo que Jay Z

Beyonce mira en mi cartera y dice claro: Si si

Pedirle dinero a los fans para gasolina

Beberse el dinero con Hate en la cantina

Cómo el gigoló cincuentón, un lince

Tirándole los tejos a las niñas con quince

Aquí nadie avisa nadie pone carteles

Ve a confesarte, espera El Padre Apeles

Quizá el aburrimiento haga pensárselo dos veces

Decir estupideces o hacer gilipolleces

Cuantas cosas aun por hacer cuando envejeces

Cuantas se quedan cuando ya desapareces

Flipa T, Flipa T, Flipa T

Flipa T, Flipa T, Flipa T

Flipa T, Flipa T, Flipa T

Flipa T, Flipa T, Flipa T

Quieres ser rico y comprarte la salud

Song translation

Flip T, Flip T, Flip T

Flip T, Flip T, Flip T

Flip T, Flip T, Flip T

Flip T, Flip T, Flip T

Jackass, risk sport, a thousand for a Rolex

Empty fridge and no books for school

The ball does not fall to the ground

With only one leg and taking flight

Open wound, alcohol of a thousand degrees

You tell them to stand up and they all stand there

Two millimeters from the crash and braking

Culé orgasm a second corconazo

I am more handsome than Jay Z

Beyonce looks in my bag and says clear: Yes yes

Ask fans for gas money

Drinking the money with Hate in the canteen

Like the fifty-year-old gigolo, a lynx

Hitting girls at fifteen

Nobody warns here, nobody puts up posters

Go to confession, wait Father Apelles

Maybe boredom will make you think twice

Say stupid things or do bullshit

How many things still to do when you get old

How many stay when you already disappear

Flip T, Flip T, Flip T

Flip T, Flip T, Flip T

Flip T, Flip T, Flip T

Flip T, Flip T, Flip T

You want to be rich and buy your health

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