Cleopatra - yung beef, Cookin Soul

Cleopatra

Cleopatra

Cleopatra

Que pasa baby, te olvidaste 'e los pobres

Mira pal' cielo ahora te escrito mi nombre

Nunca pensabas que yo sería tu hombre

La primera vez que me viste yo estaba pelando cobre

Yo llegue aquí por necesidad, tú por instinto

Piénsalo bien, zorra, no somo' tan distinto'

Comiendo langostino', bebiendo vino tinto

Y si quieres algo de postre, tú dime, yo te lo pinto

La faraona, esa chape e' una estafadora

Te quita las llaves y se va a doscientos por hora

Ella esta en el Cuore y su marío' en la mecedora

Ella es joseadora, cantaora y bailaora

Me vuelve loco necesito un psiquiatra

Me han visto con capos como Frank Sinatra

Necesito una mala, tu necesitas más plata

Que lo que, Cleopatra

Cleopatra

Cleopatra

Cleopatra

Baby la nieve es mas espesa que la sangre

Come más zorra nunca tienes hambre

Yo soy el mejor, no hay hijo puta que me iguale

Yo soy el mejor, no hay segundas oportunidades

Muchos se han virao' es una pena

Muchos se han tirao' ninguno vuela

Como yo vuelo estos lilas se creen que vuelan

Se creen que brillan, lo que brilla e' mi cadena

Enamorao' de billetes, no me fió de ellos

Negociando con las majors como si son camellos

Tengo somalís, colgaos en mi cuello

Por mi madre que si veo a esa puta la atropello

Yung Beef, Sucia

Cooking Soul, Los Papasitos

Cleopatra

Cleopatra

Cleopatra

What's up baby, you forgot 'and the poor

Look to heaven, now I'm writing you my name

You never thought that I would be your man

The first time you saw me I was stripping copper

I came here out of necessity, you out of instinct

Think about it, bitch, we are not 'so different'

Eating shrimp, drinking red wine

And if you want something for dessert, you tell me, I'll paint it for you

The pharaoh, that chape is a scammer

She takes your keys and goes two hundred an hour

She is in the Cuore and her husband is hers 'in the rocking chair

She is a joseadora, singer and dancer

It drives me crazy I need a psychiatrist

I've been seen with kingpins like Frank Sinatra

I need a bad one, you need more money

That what, Cleopatra

Cleopatra

Cleopatra

Cleopatra

Baby the snow is thicker than blood

eat more bitch you're never hungry

I am the best, there is no son of a bitch who equals me

I am the best, there are no second chances

Many have turned 'it's a shame

Many have been thrown 'none flies

As I fly these lilacs think they fly

They think they shine, what shines is my chain

In love with bills, I didn't trust them

Negotiating with the majors as if they were camels

I got Somalians, hang on my neck

For my mother, if I see that bitch, I run over her

Yung Beef, Dirty

Cooking Soul, Los Papasitos