El Papasito - yung beef, Cookin Soul
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El Papasito - yung beef, Cookin Soul

Альбом
Grandes Clasicos
Год
2018
Язык
`Spanish`
Длительность
155230

Below is the lyrics of the song El Papasito , artist - yung beef, Cookin Soul with translation

Lyrics " El Papasito "

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El Papasito

yung beef, Cookin Soul

Оригинальный текст

Yo.

Salvándonos de cárceles y cementerios

Now we getting ready pa' facturar en la industria así tengamos matar a to'

estos fekas

Ejercito de menores ready pa' morir por la familia

La chambean sin miedo

Dios bendiga a los creadores del movimiento

Dios bendiga a la familia

Dios bendiga a La Vendicion

El papasito, to' el mundo me ha tira’o, sigo en mi sitio

Tu puta esta empapa', se jodió el modelito

Yo como dos veces porque como callaito

Mi puta colombiana dice «papi, usted ta' frito».

Trabajando en ventanilla, escuchando al pajarito

La coca está más pura, en la guitarra el tomatito

No me compares a Violadore', compárame a Los Chunguito'

Me escuchan y dan ganas de darse un pico

El maliantoso, to' mis hermanos orgullosos

Dicen que venden más coso' con lo que somos famosos

Tu puta te deja de mentiroso

Cuando viene pa' la plaza se lo lleva espumoso

Yo.

En este business hay mucho chismoso

Cuida tu puta loco andamos infeccioso

Tiguere, parasito, contagioso.

Si vas a tirar tira, no te pongas meloso

Te creías que yo era un rapper hasta que andaron en tu cabeza

Mi empresa, 20 goonies encima de la pesa

Ya sabe como va, su primo, esto es una vaina gangster

Yo.

saca el móvil, llama una ratchet

Mi mami dice que me calme, que no puede más…

Y tengo a 1 millón de putas bloquea' en WhatsApp

Déjalo que aparente, yo no aparento

El flexeo que tu ves solo es el 10 por ciento

Yo soy el mejor aunque no lo quieras ver

Le recuerdo a estos payasos lo que quieren ser

Tengo mas pena, también mas dinero que ayer

Tengo un negocio y una familia a mantener

Tu puta me ama, sabe to' lo que la puedo ofrecer

Tu me odias pagarías por verme caer

Sigo en el barrio.

sigo sin saber que hacer

Yo hago billete, cuando acabo empiezo otra vez

Comprando botella en el aeropuerto

Antes droga, ahora conciertos…

Muchos días lo pienso y no me creo que sea cierto

Y me acuerdo de esa puta, me decía «vas a llegar lejos»

100 euros en la mesita y la dejo

No escribimos mierda en el espejo

Siempre en la chistera algún conejo

Dame billetes puta, no me des consejos

Tu mama preocupada por depresiones y suicidios

Aquí en el trap no hay na' de eso, prisiones y homicidios

Tu eres un sapo, un hombre de paco, follándome a una ratchet con la cara de

Pimp Flaco

Dale algo a la mama pa' que lo eche en la olla

Free farina rest in peace for ya

Estos goofies ni venden, ni follan

Pa' hablarme de la vida saca tu boca mi polla

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I.

Saving us from jails and cemeteries

Now we're getting ready to invoice in the industry so we have to kill everyone

these fekas

Army of minors ready to die for the family

They chambean it without fear

God bless the creators of the movement

God bless the family

God bless La Vendicion

Daddy, everyone has thrown me, I'm still in my place

Your whore is soaking', the little outfit was screwed up

I eat twice because I eat quietly

My Colombian whore says «daddy, you're fried».

Working at the window, listening to the little bird

The coca is purer, in the guitar the little tomato

Don't compare me to Violadore', compare me to Los Chunguito'

They listen to me and make me want to take a bite

The maliantoso, all my proud brothers

They say they sell more things with what we are famous

Your bitch leaves you a liar

When she comes to the square she takes it sparkling

I.

In this business there is a lot of gossip

Take care of your crazy bitch we are infectious

Tiguere, parasite, contagious.

If you're going to shoot, don't be sweet

You thought I was a rapper until they walked in your head

My company, 20 goonies on top of the scale

You know how it goes, his cousin, this is a gangster pod

I.

pull out the phone, call a ratchet

My mom tells me to calm down, that she can't take it anymore...

And I have 1 million whores block' on WhatsApp

Let it appear, I do not appear

The flex that you see is only 10 percent

I'm the best even if you don't want to see it

I remind these clowns what they want to be

I have more sorrow, also more money than yesterday

I have a business and a family to support

Your bitch loves me, she knows what I can offer her

You hate me, you would pay to see me fall

I'm still in the neighborhood.

I still don't know what to do

I make a ticket, when I finish I start again

Buying a bottle at the airport

Before drugs, now concerts...

Many days I think about it and I don't believe it's true

And I remember that bitch, she told me "you're going to go far"

100 euros on the little table and I leave it

We don't write shit on the mirror

There is always a rabbit in the hat

Give me bills whore, don't give me advice

Your mom worried about depressions and suicides

Here in the trap there is none of that, prisons and homicides

You are a toad, a paco man, fucking a ratchet with the face of

skinny pimp

Give something to the mom so she can throw it in the pot

Free farina rest in peace for ya

These goofies neither sell nor fuck

To talk to me about life take your mouth out my dick

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