Punchlines Lyrics – Doser
Singer: Doser
Title: Punchlines
Eh
Punch-punch
Punchline cabrones
Lasio
Mi rollo no es noventa, primo, no lo viví mucho
Chacho, en el 99 yo tenía ocho
Te hablaría de la escuela ni de partys, ni de chochos
Si ya hablo mi presente, el pasa’o pasó hace mucho
Los que van conmigo llevan chándal
Mancha’s de alcohol la manga, las bambas
Sueñan con Cochabamba
No quieren ser gangs, primo, quieren hacer g#ngb#ngs
Pican a maderos y la botella a tu panda
No es efecto Axe, es la bolsa, parse’
No ligo con flores, chicas, sino con Four Roses
Ni blancos ni negros, mis días son todos grises
Te huele el coño a peces y el cuello a Cartier Delices
Bebo pa’ olvidar pero no poto recuerdos
Punchlines en tus cascos y en tu tarjeta de crédito
No busques amigos pa’ llorar, búscate un d#ldo
Estoy restando vida, primo, y sumando dígitos
Tu grupo un pufo como Kaká
Como esa coca es Ibupro’ y te la acabo de picar
Yo no tengo un All-star
Tengo un ciego del copón y ganas de molestar
Mis antiguos primazos me han pasa’o a chuparme el nabo
Ahora son de pega y buscan algún favor
Que ya hemos pasa’o tardes en el Opencor
A lo Ocean Eleven, primo, planeando robos
Que yo si viajo es pa’ culturizarme
Poto en las esquinas de las mejores ciudades
Mi abuelo ya lo hizo, tú no intentes educarme
Soy un cerdo entre tus piernas y un buen chico pa’ tus padres
Que ya no tengo doce, ya aprendí, me las sé todas
Te cautivo como Bogart, te la meto como Jordan
El boli’ para mí como a un grafitero el Posca
Somos de Madrid como una tasca, ya’stá
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Punchlines – English Translation
Hey
Punch-punch.
Punchline Cabronos.
Lasio.
My roll is not ninety, cousin, I did not live it a lot
Chacho, in the 99 I had eight
I would talk about school or partys, or p#ss#
If I already speak my present, the passion happened a long time ago
Those who go with me wear tracksuit
Spot’s alcohol sleeve, the bambas
They dream of Cochabamba.
Do not want to be gangs, cousin, they want to do g#ngb#ngs
Sticker to timber and bottle to your panda
It is not an Ax effect, it is the bag, parse ‘
No Ligo with flowers, girls, but with Four Roses
Neither black nor blacks, my days are all gray
It smells your p#ss# to fish and neck to cartier delicces
Bebo to forget but no Poto memories
Punchlines in your helmets and on your credit card
Do not look for friends for ‘cry, look for a d#ldo
I am subtracting life, cousin, and adding digits
Your group a pour like kaka
Like that coca is ibupro ‘and I just chopped it
I do not have an all-star
I have a blind copy and desire to bother
My ancient primaches have happened to me to suck my turnip
Now they are paste and look for a favor
That we have already passed afternoons in the opencor
At ocean eleven, cousin, planning robberies
That I travel is pa ‘culturize me
Poto in the corners of the best cities
My grandfather already did it, you do not try to educate me
I am a pig between your legs and a good boy for ‘your parents
That I no longer have twelve, I already learned, I know them all
You captive like Bogart, I get it like Jordan
El Boli ‘for me as a graffiti
We are from Madrid as a Tasca, Ya’stá
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Lyrics Doser – Punchlines
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