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BUITRE
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Lil Supa
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Sh*t, 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 ouuut...) (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—? (Aaah...) Ja, ja, ja (Ay, no, pues) Ah, f**king 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!) Ok, 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 (F**k out of here!) The whole year takeover, going down breaks over Next f**king deal lord, I might get the rage over (Skrrrt) 10K imburse of shrimp flavor burst Eating lamb on my grand, sipping pagne on the first (Sipping pagne on the first) And ya' n***as 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 (F**k!) Each pack these n***as 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 dreaaams (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 afuuure (F**k out of here!) Ah, ah Rranca pa'llá, chico I came back and tried to track, but the way was afuuure Que no te sale na', bicho Give me that f**king ruler, you f**king vulture No, no ¿Te pica ese hueco 'el—? Get out of here! Ja, ja, ja Castellanos
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