END CREDITS! Lyrics in Spanish JPEGMAFIA
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You pull up to a red light
Te detienes ante un semáforo en rojo
A man jerks your door open, says
Un hombre abre tu puerta de golpe, dice
'Out of the car, I'm taking your car'
'Baja del auto, me llevo tu auto'
You say, 'Okay, take it, just don't hurt me'
Dices: "Está bien, tómalo, pero no me hagas daño".
You know what I do?
¿Sabes lo que hago?
I pull out the Glock, put it on his forehead
Saco la Glock y se la pongo en la frente.
And spill his brains all over the concrete
Y derramar su cerebro por todo el concreto.
bitch, I'll write a scene on your life
Perra, escribiré una escena de tu vida.
And I only rap out of spite
Y solo rapeo por despecho
Losses and theme on my life
Pérdidas y tema de mi vida.
After the steam and the height, dawg
Después del vapor y la altura, amigo
This is my career, not a dice
Esta es mi carrera, no un dado.
Never take Ls to a mic
Nunca lleves Ls a un micrófono
Bitch, I am impervious in type
Perra, soy de tipo impermeable.
Soul, jump bucket in the vice
Alma, salta al cubo en el vicio
New Glock, leave it up to Christ
Nueva Glock, déjalo en manos de Cristo.
Fit for a joke, it need a Harley
Apto para una broma, necesita una Harley.
Don Callis never been a carney
Don Callis nunca ha sido un carney
And you know we showin' up for Darby
Y sabes que nos presentaremos ante Darby
Me and Tina, buckin' back tonight
Tina y yo, regresando esta noche
You a demon, we gonna try the mic
Eres un demonio, vamos a probar el micrófono.
New Glock, leave it up to Christ
Nueva Glock, déjalo en manos de Cristo.
why would I show you my hand?
¿Por qué te mostraría mi mano?
I'll put on a show on demand
Haré un espectáculo a pedido
I was on the show, who a fan?
Estuve en el programa, ¿quién es fan?
These boys never made a profit
Estos chicos nunca obtuvieron ganancias
You ain't doin' shit, nigga, stop it
No estás haciendo una mierda, negro, basta.
I see what y'all thinking but it's gas
Ya veo lo que están pensando pero es gas.
Grown man co-signed trash
Un hombre adulto firmó basura
Long Glock, going five mags
Glock largo, con cinco revistas.
Two Glocks tucked in the bag
Dos Glocks metidas en la bolsa.
New switch, they gonna get attached
Nuevo interruptor, se apegarán
And they said we never gonna lap
Y dijeron que nunca vamos a dar una vuelta
Deathloop, you ain't come to fight
Deathloop, no has venido a pelear
Them tweets cost you a life
Esos tweets te cuestan la vida.
You ain't had a hand in the height
No has tenido una mano en la altura
bitch, I'll write a scene on your life
Perra, escribiré una escena de tu vida.
And I only rap out of spite
Y solo rapeo por despecho
Loss is a theme of my life
La pérdida es un tema de mi vida.
After the steam and the height, dawg
Después del vapor y la altura, amigo
I'm Arn Anderson
Soy Arn Anderson
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