Yoliwood Lyrics – La Malilla
Singer: La Malilla
Title: Yoliwood
Woo (Yeh)
Yah, ey
8-1-8, yeah, Northside
Yeah, ey
Me anda siguiendo la flaca
Tratan de ponerme el cuchillo en la garganta
Afuera me tiran pero enfrente se atragantan
Perro, si las cantas, pasame esa pinche cuenta
Billetes caen por los aires, cortando como segueta
Cabeza de esos cabrones, mi estilo fácil penetra
Igual que a tu ruca, ya sabes cual es la neta
Mierda dura como Yoli, uh
Tu movie barata, esta Bollywood
Rompiendo quijadas sin saber Kung-Fu
En el club, en la street, el stu-
Mierda dura como Yoli, uh
Tu movie barata, esta Bollywood
Rompiendo quijadas sin saber Kung-Fu (Yeah)
En el club, en la street, el stu- (Huh)
Yeah
Llegamo’, la blindada ya esta lista
Comprar un Bentley, otra cosa, ya está en la lista
Toy ocupao’, loco, no me insista’
Tamo’ tronando la pista
Yah, ta’ zorrilla, si nos ve por la esquina
El lirica fila, maquina
La mali siempre aniquila, rodeao’ ando con mis killa’
Si aquí no se acaban las pilas
Andamos a full, nos tienen en la mira
Pero nosotros de gira
Entró como Pedro por su chante, pinche pelao’ elegante
Me mama el cochinero u otro cero pa’ mi wallet
Tu y yo, no, no somo’ iguale’
Y eso aquí no se debate
Patada de karate, pa’ la cara, con el bate
Me ando tirando una 〈.?.〉
Antes del COVID con mascara
Te miro y digo “guácala”, cocinando la tártara
Me ven y dicen “WTF”, dale Neqer, matala
Tengo conexión en todos lados, no me falta, no, yah
Ya sabes cual es la neta
Mierda dura como Yoli, uh
Tu movie barata, esta Bollywood
Rompiendo quijadas sin saber Kung-Fu
En el club, en la street, el stu-
Mierda dura como Yoli, uh
Tu movie barata, esta Bollywood
Rompiendo quijadas sin saber Kung-Fu (Yeah, ey)
En el club, en la street, el stu- (Yeah, eh)
Todos estos fekas de hace rato me la pelan
Yo no le bajo por na’, quiere’ humo, pues que prendan
Solo pienso en dinero, Loui V y en toa’ mi’ prendas
Saca, saca floogy wax que quiero andar relajao’
La Mali en CDMX, andamo’ por todo lao’
Dice que le gusta mi estilo, siempre ando bien tumbao’
Luego voy con el barbero, me gusta andar enchulao’
Dice que quiere prender, yo no veo que traigan mota
Le digo: “saca el money, honey, soli no se compra”
Girl, you cute and all of that
You’re not better than I guessed
You’re not better than a 〈.?.〉
You’re not better than 〈.?.〉, eh (Damn)
Mejor recen, antes que el Jay Lee regrese
Somos perros del Norte, tú dime, ¿qué te parece?
Así que no la engrueses, porque ya no amaneces
Nos andan taloneando desde hace un par de meses
Y ya van varias veces que yo hago que se moje
Simon, y se sonroje para que tu puta afloje
Somos la pinche Mali, ya tu sabes, desde el norte
Y un beso pa’ las mamis aunque sus vatos se enojen
Tu calla, sabes cual es la neta
Mierda dura como Yoli, uh
Tu movie barata, esta Bollywood
Rompiendo quijadas sin saber Kung-Fu
En el club, en la street, el stu-
Mierda dura como Yoli, uh
Tu movie barata, esta Bollywood
Rompiendo quijadas sin saber Kung-Fu
En el club, en la street, el stu-
Ya no es interesante, molly pa’ elevarte
Quemamos el chante, gángster elegante
Flipas, te suenan las tripas
Ahora le bajó el tono, te ponemos adorno
Pa’ que suene el veneno
That b#tch {?〉
Mami, solo trépalo, wacha pinche chavalo
Pa’ que veas como soy, {?〉
Juega con tu puta suerte así
La muerte llega por ti, pistola atrae pistola
Resumen de esos fuscas, a la hora les sale cola
Entro al callejón en mis hermanos de la zona
Todos bien calados, fumados, quemando Nokia
Se quien me sonríe y quien es que me traiciona
No se habla con un blanquito aunque pregunte por algún contra
Billetes no se compran, aquí en la ciudad a la chota se le soporta
Unos se la saben, no vas a encontrar la droga
Pensando en correr cuando me ponen las esposas
Pinto tranquilo en un spot, 〈.?.〉 bomba
Esta-esta-esta-esta-esta e’
Mierda e’ dura como Yoli, uh
Tu movie barata, esta Bollywood
Rompiendo quijadas sin saber Kung-Fu
En el club, en la street, el stu-
Mierda dura como Yoli, uh
Tu movie barata, esta Bollywood
Rompiendo quijadas sin saber Kung-Fu
En el club, en la street, el stu-
Pu-, pa’ tu crew
Hijo de tu pu-
Ando con la home fame
Verde con el Hollywood
Perro, wacha, pa’ tu clica tacha
Yo ya ni consumo pero si le pido tu dealer me empacha
Apenas llego y sobre rimas, cheves y cantinas
No tengo ni un 〈.?.〉 pero que tal malilla
Si aún así joden las niñas, f#ck you, tu pandilla
Sigo por el barrio, sigo por la esquina
Sin padrino ni madrinas, puro estilo, rimas finas
Checate, checa tu (Mucha molly, vitamina)
Sin padrino ni madrinas, puro estilo, rimas finas
Checate, checa bo’, mucha molly, vitamina
Como Yoli, uh
Tu movie barata, esta Bollywood
Rompiendo quijadas sin saber Kung-Fu
En el club, en la street, el stu-
Mierda dura como Yoli, uh
Tu movie barata, esta Bollywood
Rompiendo quijadas sin saber Kung-Fu
En el club, en la street, el stu-
Ey
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Yoliwood – English Translation
Woo (Yeh)
Yah, ey
8-1-8, Yeah, Northside
Yeah, ey
He is following the skinny
They try to wear the knife in my throat
Outside they throw me but in front are choking
Dog, if you sing them, pass me that click count
Tickets fall through the air, cutting as segueta
Head of those b#stards, my easy style penetrates
Just like your ruca, you know what the net is
Hard sh#t like Yoli, Uh
Your cheap movie, this Bollywood
Breaking jung-fu without knowing
In the club, in the street, the Stu-
Hard sh#t like Yoli, Uh
Your cheap movie, this Bollywood
Breaking jung-fu (Yeah)
In the club, in the street, the Stu- (HUH)
Yeah
I arrived ‘, the armored one is already ready
Buy a bentley, another thing, it’s already on the list
Toy occupies ‘, crazy, I don’t insist’
Tamo ‘thundering the track
Yah, ta ‘Zorrilla, if he sees us on the corner
The Lirica Row, Machine
La Mali always annihilas, Rodaoo ‘Ando with my killa’
If the batteries are not over here
We walk full, they have us in the sights
But we tour
He entered as Pedro for his Chante, Pinche Pelao ‘elegant
Mama the pig or other zero pa ‘mi wallet
You and me, no, I don’t know ‘equal’
And that is not debated here
Karate kick, for the face, with the bat
I walk by throwing an 〈?.〉
Before Covid with mask
I look at you and say “Guácala”, cooking the tartar
They see me and say “wtf”, give Neqer, Matala
I have connection everywhere, I don’t miss, no, Yah
You know what the net is
Hard sh#t like Yoli, Uh
Your cheap movie, this Bollywood
Breaking jung-fu without knowing
In the club, in the street, the Stu-
Hard sh#t like Yoli, Uh
Your cheap movie, this Bollywood
Breaking jungs without knowing Kung-Fu (Yeah, Ey)
In the club, in the street, the Stu- (Yeah, EH)
All these fekas for a while ago they peel it
I don’t get off by Na ‘, he wants’ smoke, because they turn on
I only think of money, Loui V and Toa ‘Mi’ garments
Take out, take floogy wax that I want to go relax. ‘
La Mali on CDMX, Andamo ‘For all Lao’
He says he likes my style, I always have a good tumbao ‘
Then I go with the barber, I like to walk in enchulao ‘
He says he wants to turn on, I don’t see that they bring Mota
I say: “Take the Money, Honey, Soli is not bought”
Girl, You Cute and All Of That
You’re Not Better Than I Guessed
You’re Not Better Than A 〈?.〉
You’re Not Better Than 〈?.〉, EH (DAMN)
Better pray, before Jay Lee returns
We are North Dogs, Tell me, what do you think?
So do not swell it, because you don’t dawn
They have been drilling for a couple of months
And they go several times that I make it get wet
Simon, and blushed so that your f#cking loosen
We are the Mali click, you know, from the north
And a kiss for the moms although their vatos get angry
Your silence, you know what the net is
Hard sh#t like Yoli, Uh
Your cheap movie, this Bollywood
Breaking jung-fu without knowing
In the club, in the street, the Stu-
Hard sh#t like Yoli, Uh
Your cheap movie, this Bollywood
Breaking jung-fu without knowing
In the club, in the street, the Stu-
It is no longer interesting, Molly Pa ‘elevarte
We burn the Chante, elegant gangster
Flipas, the guts sound
Now the tone lowered, we put you ornament
Pa ‘that sounds the poison
That b#tch {?〉
Mommy, only clipo, wacha click chavalo
What are you seeing as I am, {?〉
Play with your f#cking luck like this
Death comes for you, gun attracts gun
Summary of those fuses, at the time they go tail
I enter the alley in my brothers in the area
All well open, smoked, burning Nokia
I know who smiles at me and who is betraying me
You don’t talk to a blanquito even if you ask some against
Tickets are not bought, here in the city the chota is supported
Some know it, you will not find the drug
Thinking about running when the wives put me
I paint calm on a spot, 〈?.〉 Bomb
This-this-this-this e ‘
sh#t E ‘hard as Yoli, Uh
Your cheap movie, this Bollywood
Breaking jung-fu without knowing
In the club, in the street, the Stu-
Hard sh#t like Yoli, Uh
Your cheap movie, this Bollywood
Breaking jung-fu without knowing
In the club, in the street, the Stu-
PU-, pa ‘your crew
Son of your pou-
I’m with the Home Fame
Green with Hollywood
Dog, wacha, pa ‘your clica cord
I don’t even consume but if I ask your dealer, I appropriate me
I barely arrive and about rhymes, cheves and canteen
I don’t have a 〈?〉 But how Malilla
If girls still f#ck, f#ck you, your gang
I continue for the neighborhood, I continue on the corner
Without godfather or godmother, pure style, fine rhymes
Checate, Czech You (Much Molly, Vitamin)
Without godfather or godmother, pure style, fine rhymes
Checate, Czech Bo ‘, Much Molly, Vitamin
Like Yoli, Uh
Your cheap movie, this Bollywood
Breaking jung-fu without knowing
In the club, in the street, the Stu-
Hard sh#t like Yoli, Uh
Your cheap movie, this Bollywood
Breaking jung-fu without knowing
In the club, in the street, the Stu-
Hey
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Lyrics La Malilla – Yoliwood
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