Rauw Alejandro Hunter Lyrics English Translation
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To' the days are wake and bake
With vans and skateboarding
Yesterday another vogue cover
We give band to the fake
Boti, you're a corn flake'
We took the bunker for a walk with my hunters
Give it, snore
You're', john wick with his dogs' they're looking for you
I found out that the tour you announced is not filling up
My bench overweight, keeping my mouth shut' I'm James Harden
Hopefully in the heat mine will never be missing
When you get caught you go recording'
Open season pa'l venao'
A las nena' loves how rauw dances
True to the slap I have aimed at you'
Keep writing to others to make kids
Nothing loan', here is to' payment
I say it and I do it too.
Babies say I'm the pressure
Everyone wants to fuck in my room
Ignin phillie' because today I killed them
These bastards without cojones have me
I did what I had to do
We drop it to the mouthful
To' the days are wake and bake
With vans and skateboarding
Yesterday another vogue cover
Louis V, Rick Owens
We give band to the fake
Boti, you're a corn flake'
We took the bunker for a walk with my hunters
Give it, snore
Man of the Year, call gq to portray me
You don't give stick, you're a charge bat
Nor using cork the sack' of the park
You can't do it alone, let someone carry it
A psychiatrist to download
We have you in the target
The sharks' went out of the tank
The more who writes to explain the pond
One hundred and five sold out in six months
Baby, let's do it before the show starts
The more they suck it, the more it grows
You would drown even if you are fish
You saw me and you took out a white flag
When I play it doesn't come out of the bank
You don't win even with cheating
To' rd knows I'm the mom
Rolling stones, top three at the top of the lungs
In the riaa a ribbon, I do not see you in my zone
If you are the toughest, then
Why don't you say who wrote to you?
The verse of '911'?
Me and my baby are like jay-z and beyoncé
Where we sing
No one knows you (alas, blessed)
Legal with carrying
But for the mission one without papers
I was to' twitter talking
From the show shit you have
Aphrodisiac, vice versa are still on the charts'
Your album was used as a frisbee, no one has listened to it again
Babies say I'm the pressure
Everyone wants to fuck in my room
Ignin phillie' because today I killed them
These bastards without cojones have me
I did what I had to do
We drop it to the mouthful
To' the days are wake and bake
With vans and skateboarding
Yesterday another vogue cover
Louis V, Rick Owens
We give band to the fake
Boti, you're a corn flake'
We took the bunker for a walk with my hunters
Give it, snore
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