Southside - yung beef, Oldpurp

Oh, no

Ayy, OldPurp (Ayy, OldPurp)

This is crazy

Su' zorra' me aman

Me siento como un McLaren

Me siento como un bolso Chanel

Cepa californiana, ropa italiana

La calle me llama, aunque esté contigo yo lo voy a coger

Y que esa rata se vire es normal

Y al que se vire no le deseo el mal

Porque yo ya hice maldad, no soy Hare Krishna

Te tiro en la barriga y sale por la crisma

Tu mamá con lágrima'

Tú no das la cara, matamo' a tu primo

La calle no cambia, siempre e' la misma

Tengo muchas puta', nunca es la misma

Menore' que por mí perderían la vida

La droga a ti te mata, a mí me da la vida

Prefiero la muerte que un plan de huida

Si entra' a esta vida, bitch, no hay salida

Chúpala bien, dale má' saliva

Face down, puta, el culo arriba

Redondea pa' arriba, la bitch 'tá encendida

Lo quería en el bollo, lo eché en la barriga

Ey, mamá, las cosas ya no son como eran

Me tienen que aguantar aunque no quieran

Los menore' me dicen «Beef, cógelo chill

Quédate con el baby, matamo' por ti» (Ayy, OldPurp)

Las cosa' ya no son como eran

Me tienen que aguantar aunque no quieran

Los menore' me aman, matan por mí

Cuando me muera no llore' por mí

Su' zorra' me aman

Me siento como un Rari

Me siento como un bolso Chanel

Cepa californiana, ropa italiana

La calle me llama, aunque esté contigo yo lo voy a coger

Y que esa rata se vire es normal

Pa' lo' feka' tenemo' Big Mac

Tie' maldad, no es un Hare Krishna

Te tiro en la barriga y sale por la crisma

Tu mamá con lágrima'

Tú no da' la cara, matamo' a tu primo

La calle no cambia, siempre e' la misma

Tengo muchas puta', nunca e' la misma

No te vo’a mentí, lo admito

Mi música me ha converti’o en drogadicto

Pero estoy en santería, tú en sacrificio

Porque tengo ladrillo' como un edificio

Tengo familia que están en el vicio

Si jode' con mi negocio me desquicio

Tengo a par de puta' con pelo riza’o

Tengo a par de puta' con el pelo liso

Mi familia es mi orgullo, es mi dinero

Te lo juro por Dio', no joda' con eso

Mi mamá diciendo que no la quiero, y

Mi puta diciendo que no la quiero

Vuestra' puta' comiéndome to' los huevo'

Me he gasta’o dos mil euro' en unos vaquero'

No llaméi' pa' arreglar, yo no soy mecánico

Bitch, yo soy el pánico, llamate al loquero

Si los diamante' no son VVS no los quiero

Puta, tengo tiempo

De por vida tengo un relojero

Tú está fingiendo que ere' verdadero

Tengo un demonio en el babero

En el barrio me tienen amor verdadero

Que yo estoy en la' mala', tú está' en lo bueno

Que no gano nada cuando soy bueno, no-oh, no-oh

Tú no quería' entrar a la casa y tuve que entrarle yo

(Patada en la puerta) Que sus proteja Dio'

(Te tiro entre la ceja) Tu face se jodió

Le di cien gramo' a mi hermano y nunca volvió

Tú pregunta' en el barrio, el Seco resolvió

Flippeaba, joseaba, y al que debía nunca se olvidó (Nunca se olvidó)

Mira, nunca se olvidó

Su' zorra' me aman

Me siento como un Rari

Me siento como un bolso Chanel

Cepa californiana, ropa italiana

La calle me llama, aunque esté contigo yo lo voy a coger

Y que esa rata se vire es normal

Pa' lo' feka' tenemo' Big Mac

Tienen maldad, no son Hare Krishna

Te tiro en la barriga y sale por la crisma

Tu mamá con lágrima'

Tú no da' la cara, matamo' a tu primo

La calle no cambia, siempre e' la misma

Tengo muchas puta', nunca es la misma

Tú no quería' entra' a la casa y tuve que entrarle yo (Patada en la puerta)

Sus proteja Dio' (Ayy, OldPurp; te tiro entre la ceja)

Tu fe se jodió

This is crazy

Le di cien gramo' a mi hermano y nunca volvió

Oh no

Ayy, OldPurp (Ayy, OldPurp)

This is crazy

Your' bitch' love me

I feel like a McLaren

I feel like a Chanel bag

Californian strain, Italian clothing

The street calls me, even if I'm with you I'm going to take it

And that rat turning around is normal

And I do not wish evil to the one who turns

Because I already did evil, I am not Hare Krishna

I shoot you in the belly and it comes out through the neck

Your mom with tears

You don't show your face, we kill your cousin

The street doesn't change, it's always the same

I have many bitches, it's never the same

Menore' who would lose their lives for me

The drug kills you, it gives me life

I prefer death to an escape plan

If you enter this life, bitch, there is no way out

Suck it well, give it more saliva

Face down, bitch, ass up

Round it up, the bitch is on

I wanted it in the bun, I put it in the belly

Hey, mom, things are not like they used to be

They have to put up with me even if they don't want to

The minors' tell me «Beef, take it chill

Stay with the baby, we kill for you» (Ayy, OldPurp)

Things' are no longer as they were

They have to put up with me even if they don't want to

The minore' love me, they kill for me

When I die, don't cry for me

Your' bitch' love me

I feel like a Rari

I feel like a Chanel bag

Californian strain, Italian clothing

The street calls me, even if I'm with you I'm going to take it

And that rat turning around is normal

Pa' lo' feka' we have' Big Mac

He's evil, he's not a Hare Krishna

I shoot you in the belly and it comes out through the neck

Your mom with tears

You don't show your face, we kill your cousin

The street doesn't change, it's always the same

I have many bitches, it's never the same

I did not lie to you, I admit it

My music has turned me into a drug addict

But I'm in Santeria, you in sacrifice

Because I have brick' like a building

I have family who are addicted

If you fuck with my business I go crazy

I have a couple of whores with curly hair

I have a couple of bitches with straight hair

My family is my pride, it is my money

I swear to Dio, don't fuck with that

My mom saying I don't love her, and

My bitch saying I don't want her

Your' bitch' eating all' the eggs'

I have spent two thousand euros on some jeans

I didn't call to fix it, I'm not a mechanic

Bitch, I'm the panic, call the shrink

If the diamonds are not VVS, I don't want them

bitch i got time

For life I have a watchmaker

You are pretending that it is true

I have a demon in the bib

In the neighborhood they have me true love

That I'm in the 'bad', you're in the good

That I don't win anything when I'm good, no-oh, no-oh

You didn't want to enter the house and I had to enter it myself

(Kick in the door) May your God protect you

(I shoot you between the eyebrow) Your face is fucked

I gave a hundred grams to my brother and he never came back

Your question' in the neighborhood, El Seco resolved

He flipped, joseaba, and he never forgot who he owed (He never forgot)

Look, he never forgot

Your' bitch' love me

I feel like a Rari

I feel like a Chanel bag

Californian strain, Italian clothing

The street calls me, even if I'm with you I'm going to take it

And that rat turning around is normal

Pa' lo' feka' we have' Big Mac

They have evil, they are not Hare Krishna

I shoot you in the belly and it comes out through the neck

Your mom with tears

You don't show your face, we kill your cousin

The street doesn't change, it's always the same

I have many bitches, it's never the same

You didn't want to 'enter' the house and I had to enter it myself (Kick on the door)

Sus proteja Dio' (Ayy, OldPurp; I'll shoot you between the eyebrows)

your faith got screwed

This is crazy

I gave a hundred grams to my brother and he never came back