Yeah, yeah, Pluto I don’t hang with rats, that’s some new type shitGet a nigga whacked on the news, type shitSippin’ drank and Activis on some Screw, type shitJust a sad ho runnin’ through the crew, type shitI got a…
Got up out my joint up on this bitchYoung Metro, Metro, young Metro, three timesYeah Stickin’ to the code, all these hoes for the streetsI put it in her nose, it’s gon’ make her pussy leakPussy niggas told, ain’t gon’…
Maybe we just runnin’ out of timeAin’t no need to try to hold you up ’cause you always minesBut I can’t trust nobody, I was down, wasn’t nobody leftThey done turned they back on me, never turned on myselfMaybe we…
Sip red, talk to the devil (Pluto)Sip red, talk to the devil (Yeah, ‘tro)Them racks don’t stuck togetherRacks up, racks stuck togetherSip red, talk to the devilI’m ’bout to, I’m ’bout to just, I’m really about toWalk on this broken…
Tú tiene’ buena punterÃaSabe’ por dónde darme pa’ que quede rendÃa’, rendÃa’ Tienes estilo para llamar mi atenciónMe tiras dardos, van directo al corazónOh, y por más veces que trateOh, es imposible esquivarte Tú tiene’ buena punterÃaSabe’ por dónde darme…
You have good aimHe knows where to give me so that I remain surrendered, surrendered You have style to catch my attentionYou throw darts at me, they go straight to the heartOh, and no matter how many times I tryOh,…
With you I’m just silentAll my thoughts are quietI could be with you foreverHold in me in denial All I want is you, here with me He stays out till late at the club for the feelingI can’t sleep at…
Prod. by Elixir Fuimo’ para afuera, rompimo’ la carcasa (-casa)Nos fuimo’ en barco, pero llegamo’ en balsa (Balsa)Como Bhavi, ‘tamo cocinando la salsa (Salsa)Hasta las cinco en el estudio con Asan (Asan, Asan)Este dripeo sà que tiene ZaZaY bajan kilo’,…
Ah, hey, me, mmmSlime-Ba-Ba-Ba-Babylon girlHmm Who are you to criticize me?Tell me, who are you to criticize me?Hey, who are you to decide what I should say?How do I want to live?, ahHe tells me ‘they have good intentions’So why…
Ah, ey, yo, mmmBa-Ba—Ba-Ba-Ba-Babylon girlMmm ¿Quién eres tú pa’ criticarme?Dime, ¿quién eres tú pa’ criticarme?Ey, ¿quién ere’ tú pa’ decidir lo que debo decir?¿Cómo quiero vivir?, ahMe dice’ que son buenas intencione’¿Entonces por qué pones condicione’? (-cione’)¿Quién coño ere’ tú…