Bryant Myers On Fleek Lyrics English Translation
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You shoot, for the bitches slap
Millo Gang, bastard
The human trap, the trap in person
The trapper of trappers
The Millogánster, the Mynor
They are fashion, I'm all the seasons, I'm trend
They don't believe my deal, we're making the pre'
All the Millogánsters with the forty in the sten
You live it with me, Bosti, and I put it in-
Nigga, all the shit you talk, you don't do it
From the heart, pigeon, don't paint yourselves as ostriches, ha
You already know that if we arrive, it's best to evacuate
If it's not domi, it's venezue'
I snore at you, but I never fall asleep with you
We hit harder than Duki, now everyone wants to echo
Cross the line and I put you in the fence
I take two Flakka and I don't even remember the joint, brrr!
Shining like the VVS
Don't touch them or my ninjas will knock down the sensei
They don't want them, that's why they don't let themselves be seen
I saw them, they're after me
We're still on fleek
You shoot, for the bitches slap
They see the iced tea and get hot
I don't talk about anything I did
And you haven't done anything you say, bastard
We're still on fleek
You shoot, for the bitches slap
They see the iced tea and get hot
I don't talk about anything I did
And you haven't done anything you say
Yeah, you really a bitch, in the streets we're deep
I be really moving bricks, I spend stacks on the drip
Young rich nigga, bastard, I climbed with balls
I'm buying cars, guns, and all the sticks with drums
I sense something strange about you, maybe it enlightens you
I learned to be armed 24/7, it's a habit now
They killed my dad, I don't know where he's buried or when he turns
In hell, maybe I'll join him
I have more money than all the haters
This AP going crazy, I was dancing, huelebicho, yeah, he's skating
You know touching me is a maybe
Cooking the drug inside of the pot with the ferry
My devils burn your face like Freddy
The brother calling from the Celi system
He says he wants murder like Melly
And if Payball don't give him more than a hundred shots, he don't wanna leave
We set fire to anyone who wants to die
All my clothes are talking to your baby
I put it with the Draco back in the Bentley
We continue on fleek
For you I shoot and for the slap whores
They see the VVS and they get hot
Glizzy Glock, we celebrate with the WAP
Glizzy Gang, Los Diablos
They don't put pressure, you take it
Let them take it off, they don't put it on, I have old presidents and I'm young
The babies callin' since they saw me abroad
Designer dress with frozen collar
An AP, Cuban choker, flow Berlanga, I am chosen
I roll a Wood, the whole world knows that I don't smoke Dutches
Uncover 1942, I don't drink rosé
Bastard, avoid rubbing or take the full ones out of the closet
This is underwater, we put a silencer on the barrel
And we put you wherever, it don't matter
You see me fronting so that the hater sucks
I get on the ship and turn it on without a key
Everyone knows that my thing is boys and babies
Crazy with Dei V when I take it to the pelvis
Go and check the point, which looks like a servi'
I get up late and put them to bed early
Dei V, yeah
We continue on fleek
Y'all shoot, for the slap bitches
They see the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you have not done anything you say, bastard
We continue on fleek
Y'all shoot, for the slap bitches
They see the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you have not done anything you say, bastard
I put it in the babies and it reaches the navel
These people want to fight and I love corn beef
Obli-, obli-gao
What do you all want to fuck with Anti Judas?
Don't ask me to put it in slowly
I have heavy balls like bowling balls
I got two shots in the right side
And now I put Manu Ginóbili with the left-handed flow
The sticks and the short ones are my language
I didn't even put this tigueraje in the jungle, you bastard
Your bitch is waiting for me to crack her
She asked me for my ass and I told her, Don't screw it up, bitch
The sticks and the short ones are my language
Not even in the jungle you cacha' this tigueraje, bastard
you are not a gangster
Just because traffic lights are red, yellow and green doesn't mean they're Rasta
We continue on fleek
Y'all shoot, for the slap bitches
They see the iced tea and they get hot
I don't talk about what I did
And you have not done anything you say, bastard
Milloganster, the ragpicker
Look, tell me, Dei V
Look, tell me, CHIMI
Indica, Anti Judas
The Family, The Martians, Millo Gang
Tell me, Ninow
Gaby Music, Chris Jedi
The GOAT of fire
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