science | March 20, 2026

Hades66 Presidente Lyrics English Translation

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Haha, listen

Time is running and I know we're going to find you

I have the gun between the bug and the belly button

Even if you call your big shot, it won't serve as a shelter

Because I'm going to rip out your soul, you're going with me

In the Durango, Slick with the stick and me with the short one

And the record labels talk sh*t, but I don't care

It's because of all this shooting that my devils don't behave

I have TH's black one, the pri, who are my escorts

I bought the 19, more bullets and magazines

The baby f*cking asks me to finish inside

I hurt her with the short one and don't imagine the dead ones

For the day I find them, don't fantasize with them

The enemy dies, the informant rats him out

And they'll record your headshot, like the president

I keep changing cars in case the agents are recording

Bastard, I'm the laundry, the money's detergent

(The enemy dies, the informant rats him out

And they'll record your headshot, like the president

I keep changing cars in case the agents are recording

Bastard, I'm the laundry, the money's detergent) haha, listen

Now everyone believes, of course, they're three hundred in clothes

I bill from the music, but I don't release the stores

The perico stamps are rented on the phone

LV on Fifth, the Morenos open the stores for me

Tajia, for the 66 I want half a kilo

M, don't rush, kills more time at the casino

And below the water, underwater the submarines

And value your life more, bastard, or I'll end it

In the cartel, I keep moving like in Harlem

From Morovis to Caguas, shooters like Curry and Harden

We control forty-three blocks, so don't get stuck

And you fall if we catch you coming out of the after party tower

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