Wasabi Lyrics – Chyna
Singer: Chyna
Title: Wasabi
Se fosse pa’ ver pouco eu mantinha low-key
Se eu prometi algo até agora cumpri
Hot na batida tipo wasabi
Quem não dava o toque quer vir rolar with me
Boy eu ‘tou no block desde kid
Quando faltou sorte dei o speed
Yuh, sei quem estava lá quando um gajo não rendia nem sequer sabia o que era ter um gig
Já nem tchilo tanto ‘tou atrás de papel
f#ck o teu respeito se não és do cartel
Boy eu ‘tou no topo fakes fazem rapel
Não sou realeza, mas tu beijas o anel
Só quero viver good numa boa mood
Orgulhar o hood sem mirar o tubo
Eu sei que a vida é foda isto não me ilude nem por um segundo eu deixei de mencionar o clube
1542 é a turma
Boy como é que queres ‘tar à altura
f#ck os enemies ouve as melodies quando o beat solta é macumba
Querem ‘tar no meio pa ser thumbnail
Só falas barato deves ‘tar em sale
Não vias um fail no meu grind daily e hoje o people treme quando um gajo solta a 9th tail
Listen está aqui o killer got me ?
A dominar tipo sou o Paris
Haters não aguentam Mommy
Chama o 2da que eu vim pa’ estragar a party
Homies estão a ficar confusos
‘Tou na rima e ‘tou no bules
Memo assim eu dou abusos
Vê se atuas não amues
Só vão entender os puros
Junta o teu depois investe
Fala pouco e f#ck o resto
Na merda vê quem ta contigo
Porque no topo todos querem ser o teu best
Inveja é foda está em cada esquina
Mais conquistas mais ela aproxima
Cabeça firme vê que quem se inclina
Só ‘tá a poupar tempo a quem aponta a mira
Quantos falam nem as contas pagam
Preferem girar a ser bancados
Putos mimados
Estou a ver um molho a viver bem, e vivem bem a ‘tar pragados
Mas todos kitados
Ostento o que eu ganhei com work
Muito suor nessa shirt
Até pintar o bolso a purp
Eu ‘tou na estrada a dar o skrt
Pa’ nunca mais descer o vert
Entende o struggle
Eu vi que a rua é foda, broda a trair broda
Guita, hoes e droga, muita vida fora
Muita momma ora, pa’ não ver a hora
Pa’ esquecer a culpa de quem foi embora
Vida longa, saúde e sucesso
Família em primeiro pelo resto nem me interesso
Queres saber o que eu passei não podes só ouvir um verso
Peace
Se fosse pa’ ver pouco eu mantinha low-key
Se eu prometi algo até agora cumpri
Hot na batida tipo wasabi
Quem não dava o toque quer vir rolar with me
Boy eu ‘tou no block desde kid
Quando faltou sorte dei o speed
Yuh, sei quem estava lá quando um gajo não rendia nem sequer sabia o que era ter um gig
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Wasabi – English Translation
If it was to be ‘see little I kept low-key
If I promised something so far fulfilled
Hot on Wasabi type beat
Who did not give the touch wants to come roll with me
Boy I ‘tou no block from Kid
When I missed the speed
Yuh, I know who was there when a guy did not realize he did not even know what he was to have a gig
Neither tchilo so much ‘I’m behind paper
f#ck your respect if you are not from the cartel
Boy I ‘tou at the top fakes fast
I’m not royalty, but you kiss the ring
I just want to live good in a good mood
Proud the hood without aiming the tube
I know that life is f#cking this does not deceive me for a second I stopped mentioning the club
1542 is the class
Boy how do you want to be?
f#ck ENEMIES Listen to Melodies When Beat Loose Is Macumba
Want to be in the middle to be thumbnail
You’re only cheap, you should be in Sale
Do not track a fail in my Grind Daily and today people shake when a drop loose at 9th tail
Listen Is the Killer Got Me?
To dominate type I am the Paris
Haters can not handle Mommy
Calls the 2nd that I came to ‘spoil the party
Homies are getting confused
‘I’m in the rhyme and’ tou in the teapots
Memo So I give abuses
See if you do not love
They will only understand the pure
Joins your then invests
Speak little and f#ck the rest
In the sh#t sees who is with you
Because at the top everyone wants to be your best
Envy is f#ck is at every corner
More achievements more she approaches
Firm head sees that who leans
Just ‘s saving time to whom aim
How many speak or accounts pay
Prefer to turn to be benches
Pamper
I’m seeing a sauce to live well, and they live well to ‘pragados
But all kitted
Otto what I won with work
Very sweat in this shirt
Even paint the pocket to purp
I’m on the road to give the SKRT
PA ‘never again descend vert
Understand the Struggle
I saw that the street is f#ck, broda to betray broda
Guita, houes and drugs, lots of life outside
Much Momma Ora, PA ‘Do not see the time
Pa ‘forget the guilt of who left
Long life, health and success
Family at first for the rest I do not even care
You want to know what I passed can not just hear a verse
Peace
If it was to be ‘see little I kept low-key
If I promised something so far fulfilled
Hot on Wasabi type beat
Who did not give the touch wants to come roll with me
Boy I ‘tou no block from Kid
When I missed the speed
Yuh, I know who was there when a guy did not realize he did not even know what he was to have a gig
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Lyrics Chyna – Wasabi
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