Dreams - Rels B

What’s up?

Cookin' Soul

Cookin' Soul, Dj Flamb, bitch

Con los de siempre, Skinny-kinny Flakkk

Yes, sir

Oye

Empecé currando de albañil, papi (Work)

Soñaba con lo que ahora estoy viviendo, papi

No quiero un Maseratti ni un Bugatti

Quiero un siete plazas donde quepan muchas chatis (All the bitches)

Dios no existe pero sí que existe el karma

Salgo de la tienda, ya no pitan las alarmas

Fresco, guapo y estiloso ya tú sa’es ma'

(Fresco, guapo y estiloso ya tú sa’es ma')

Están obsesionados con ser callejeros (Bah)

Yo estoy obsesiona’o con salir del ghetto (Money)

Cuando muera de mayor quiero pisar el cielo

Tengo que ser bueno, allí me espera mi abuelo

Me gusta el cuero como a un rockero

Esos parceros me tiran duelo, no es nada nuevo (Nada)

Lo que sí es nuevo es el reloj que guarda mi joyero

Flaquito pero me comí el pastel entero, pussy

Me enamoré de alguna jachi loca

Por culpa del calor que no me dio la otra

Trato a las mujeres como reinas porque es lo que toca

Pero cuida’o a ver la que te toca

Me están copiando el estilo y las frases

Me están tirando beef, ayer pedían bases

Yo ya sabía que eras feka pero no te pases (Na)

No eras trapero, eras el tonto de la clase (Jajaja)

Te faltan par de años en la vida pa' saber que si te callas estás más guapa

todavía (Shh)

Que no tienes la razón, que tú eres una consentida

La vida no es color rosa, la vida es una jodía, mami (That is true)

El secreto está en las masas, y no en la masa

Saber con quien te juntas, saber con quien te casas

En esta mierda hay aguiluchos y culebras falsas

Así que cuida de tu pasta, que se te escapa, bitch

What's up?

Cookin' Soul

Cookin' Soul, Dj Flamb, bitch

With the usual Skinny-kinny Flakkk

yes sir

Hey

I started working as a bricklayer, daddy (Work)

I dreamed of what I'm living now, daddy

I don't want a Maseratti or a Bugatti

I want a seven-seater where many chatis fit (All the bitches)

God does not exist but karma does exist

I leave the store, the alarms no longer sound

Fresh, handsome and stylish and you know it's ma'

(Fresh, handsome and stylish and you are ma')

They are obsessed with being street (Bah)

I am obsessed with getting out of the ghetto (Money)

When I die of major I want to step on the sky

I have to be good, my grandfather is waiting for me there

I like leather like a rocker

Those partners mourn me, it's nothing new (Nothing)

What is new is the watch that my jewelry box keeps

Skinny but I ate the whole cake, pussy

I fell in love with some crazy jachi

Because of the heat that the other one didn't give me

I treat women like queens because that's what's up

But be careful to see the one that touches you

They are copying my style and phrases

They are throwing beef at me, yesterday they asked for bases

I already knew you were feka but don't go overboard (Na)

You weren't a rag picker, you were the idiot of the class (Hahaha)

You are missing a couple of years in your life to know that if you shut up you are prettier

still (shh)

That you are not right, that you are spoiled

Life is not pink, life is a shit, mommy (That is true)

The secret is in the masses, and not in the mass

Know who you hang out with, know who you marry

In this shit there are harriers and false snakes

So take care of your dough, it slips away, bitch