Lil Supa, Flee Lord - BUITRE letra de (lyrics)
Marlon Morales
[Lil Supa, Flee Lord - BUITRE letra de lyrics]
Shit, uh flee Lord
¡Ah!
¿Qué es lo que quiere tú? No tengo nada, vale
'Rranca pa'llá, mamagüevo
Uh, eagle eye shooter, ojos en la nuca
(Gotta get that) Gotta get that
Dirt off your shoulder
And take a look out (Look out, fu, fu, fu)
Mantén la mente astuta, moral impoluta
Falsa yunta, sal de la ruta por hijo 'e puta
Quieren lo que tienes, tus bienes
Semen y yenes con leyes de hielo
Se llegan siempre que les conviene
Si les eres fieles
Crueles te hieren con varias pieles
They say, "Real recognize the realest"
(Hell, yeah)
Antes no tenías ni un duro y no había chulos
Ahora vieron que eres número
Uno y salen zamuros (¡Ja)
Cuando el cielo se torna gris oscuro
No ves ninguno
You know que te querían cagar el muro
Fanculo
Carroñeros que odian, nunca te nombran
Solo son buitres que envidian tu
Obra y comen las sobras
Mamagüebos jalabolas que acechan
Desde las sombras (Beaucoup)
Solo se aparecen cuando cobras
(Solo se aparecen cuando cobras) no jodas
'Rranca pa'llá, chico
(Camínala, camínala, camínala)
Que no te sale na', bicho
(Que no te sale na', bicho) por maldito
¿Te pica ese hueco 'el culo o eres? (Ah)
Ja, ja, ja (Ay, no, pues)
Ah, fucking vultures
'Rranca pa'llá, chico (¡Pa' fuera)
Que no te sale na', bicho (Prr, prr)
Por maldito
¿Te pica ese hueco 'el? (yeah, Lord, Lord)
Okay, uh, Lord Mobb music group
These drums make me (doo doo doo)
Rolling in the truck with twenty one
I might use the cooked up
The ruffies in my cooking bag
Cruising ave's I used to catch
She was love at twelve while we
Yelled and let the music blast
(Fuck out of here) the whole year takeover
Going down breaks over
Next fucking deal lord
I might get the rage over (Skrrt)
10K imburse of shrimp flavor burst
Eating lamb on my grand
Sipping pagne on the first
(Sipping pagne on the first)
And ya' niggas know the protocol
When a real soldier is born
Blowing off cannons while you
Standing there holding balls
Got your leg in my life, nah
You fetty you hife (Fetty you hife)
I just rolled the big choppa
Now they're dragging me like
Had to weaponize my waist 'cause
They recognize my face (Fuck)
Each pack these niggas down before
They step inside my space (Oh, yeah)
Went from sells in big queens
From twelve to sixteen (yeah)
Never took a chance to fail
For love or big dreams (Big dreams)
Wrote it on a major's deaking
Broke but now my paper speaking
Neighbor's eating
Used to play the lobby for like 80 beatings
() took a break from the law
Went straight on the tour came back
(Came back) and tried to track
But the way was afure (Fuck out of here)
Ah, ah 'Rranca pa'llá, chico
I came back and tried to track
But the way was afure
Que no te sale na', bicho
Give me that fucking ruler
You fucking vulture no, no
¿Te pica ese hueco 'el? Get out of here!
Ja, ja, ja castellanos
¡Ah!
¿Qué es lo que quiere tú? No tengo nada, vale
'Rranca pa'llá, mamagüevo
Uh, eagle eye shooter, ojos en la nuca
(Gotta get that) Gotta get that
Dirt off your shoulder
And take a look out (Look out, fu, fu, fu)
Mantén la mente astuta, moral impoluta
Falsa yunta, sal de la ruta por hijo 'e puta
Quieren lo que tienes, tus bienes
Semen y yenes con leyes de hielo
Se llegan siempre que les conviene
Si les eres fieles
Crueles te hieren con varias pieles
They say, "Real recognize the realest"
(Hell, yeah)
Antes no tenías ni un duro y no había chulos
Ahora vieron que eres número
Uno y salen zamuros (¡Ja)
Cuando el cielo se torna gris oscuro
No ves ninguno
You know que te querían cagar el muro
Fanculo
Carroñeros que odian, nunca te nombran
Solo son buitres que envidian tu
Obra y comen las sobras
Mamagüebos jalabolas que acechan
Desde las sombras (Beaucoup)
Solo se aparecen cuando cobras
(Solo se aparecen cuando cobras) no jodas
'Rranca pa'llá, chico
(Camínala, camínala, camínala)
Que no te sale na', bicho
(Que no te sale na', bicho) por maldito
¿Te pica ese hueco 'el culo o eres? (Ah)
Ja, ja, ja (Ay, no, pues)
Ah, fucking vultures
'Rranca pa'llá, chico (¡Pa' fuera)
Que no te sale na', bicho (Prr, prr)
Por maldito
¿Te pica ese hueco 'el? (yeah, Lord, Lord)
Okay, uh, Lord Mobb music group
These drums make me (doo doo doo)
Rolling in the truck with twenty one
I might use the cooked up
The ruffies in my cooking bag
Cruising ave's I used to catch
She was love at twelve while we
Yelled and let the music blast
(Fuck out of here) the whole year takeover
Going down breaks over
Next fucking deal lord
I might get the rage over (Skrrt)
10K imburse of shrimp flavor burst
Eating lamb on my grand
Sipping pagne on the first
(Sipping pagne on the first)
And ya' niggas know the protocol
When a real soldier is born
Blowing off cannons while you
Standing there holding balls
Got your leg in my life, nah
You fetty you hife (Fetty you hife)
I just rolled the big choppa
Now they're dragging me like
Had to weaponize my waist 'cause
They recognize my face (Fuck)
Each pack these niggas down before
They step inside my space (Oh, yeah)
Went from sells in big queens
From twelve to sixteen (yeah)
Never took a chance to fail
For love or big dreams (Big dreams)
Wrote it on a major's deaking
Broke but now my paper speaking
Neighbor's eating
Used to play the lobby for like 80 beatings
() took a break from the law
Went straight on the tour came back
(Came back) and tried to track
But the way was afure (Fuck out of here)
Ah, ah 'Rranca pa'llá, chico
I came back and tried to track
But the way was afure
Que no te sale na', bicho
Give me that fucking ruler
You fucking vulture no, no
¿Te pica ese hueco 'el? Get out of here!
Ja, ja, ja castellanos