01-800-JNS Lyrics – Mikebøi, Crema007, CaraLinda, FlexxxBoyy & Yungalo
Singer: Mikebøi, Crema007, CaraLinda, FlexxxBoyy & Yungalo
Title: 01-800-JNS
Yeah
‘Toy-‘to-‘to-‘toy
‘Toy volando en jet privado, mai’, no conozco mi limit
Somos 2XL, flow tumbado, like un Civic
Estamos making money, corriendo por to’a la city
Mi nombre en las paredes, mi lenguaje es el graffiti
La finanza to’ calla’o, loco, vamos miti y miti
Mis perros to’s de negro perfumados con la Krippy
Las Nike como nuevas pero son del año ninety
Caballo y cocodrilo estampados en el clothing
Estoy viviendo una gira en mi vida ya desde los twenty
Se quedan mirando pero lo sigo haciendo lowkey
Le damos la vuelta a to’a tu ciudad ya como un kickflip
Se te juntaron los que te asustaron con la fourty
Activa tengo a tu hoe
Paso sin ver, dejo pa’ mis bros
No juego “base”, Red Sox
To’ terreno como Fox
Me siento el perico; me ama la calle
No espero que falle, es el detalle
El .9 en la cintura igual que el Bayern
Ya no importa lo de ayer
Papi, no sueño ser una estrella
Soy un Lambo que a 300 se estrella
No soy bellaco, soy bélico
Siempre camellar
Vale mucho más ser callado
Bena en el termo y relajado
Un bluntsito traigo forjado
Voy por toda la ciuda-a-a-a-a-ad
La chota ni me mira, respeta la calidad
Cómo ‘Dinho en el Milá-a-a-a-a-an
No ocupo de palabras, yo me sé diferenciar
Le meto de marte’ a lune’, tengo lo que te entume
Yo me la paso fume y fume
Si andas conmigo, baby, no te apures
Me siento como Yankee; estoy fumando puros bates
No hay veneno que me mate, ni mujeres que me enculen, ey, ah
Tengo reales, tengo shooters, ey, ah
Members only, no cualquiera lo merece
Jalisco Nueva Sangre, yo soy ese, tu no sabes lo que es ser MC$
Pa-pa-pa-pa, ah, ah
Tanta hipocresía no cabe dentro ‘e la mía
De este lado puro real, aunque les pegue ansiedad
Sale Nueva Sangre dominando la ciudad
Y podrás bloquearme en redes, pero no en la realidad
Yo siempre ando con las Nike, me miran por ahí, Yungalo le mete
En la moto a 180 locos buscando el billete
La gold chain, la ropa cara, la droga y el cuete
La cocaine me sube el tono, hace que no respete
Y se ve que algo les pesa porque agachan la mirá’
Me salió falso el camará’
Saludo al que me tira y cuando me ve no hace nada
La munición trae tu nombre y la fecha de acción grabada
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01-800-JNS – English Translation
Yeah
‘Toy-`to-`to-`
‘Toy flying in private jet, mai’, I don’t know my limit
We are 2xl, Flow Like a Civic
We are Making Money, running for To’a la City
My name on the walls, my language is graffiti
The Finanza to ‘Calla’o, Crazy, Vamos Miti and Miti
My black to’s dogs with the krippy
The Nike as new but they are from the year Ninety
Horse and crocodile stamped on clothing
I am living a tour in my life and from the Twenty
They stare but I still do Lowkey
We turn to your city and like a kickflip
Those who scared you with the Fourth were gathered
Active I have your Hoe
I pass without seeing, I leave my bros
No “base” game, Red Sox
To ‘land like fox
I feel the parakeet; He loves me the street
I don’t hope it fails, it’s the detail
The .9 at the waist just like Bayern
No matter about yesterday
Daddy, don’t dream of being a star
I am a lamb that 300 crashes
I’m not beautiful, I’m war
Always camellar
It is much more silent
Bena in the thermos and relaxed
A BLUntsito I bring forged
I go for all the ciuda-a-a-a-ad
La Chota doesn’t even look at me, respect the quality
How ‘Dinho in the Milá-A-A-A-A-An
I do not occupy words, I know how to differentiate
I put from Mars ‘A lne’, I have what I numb you
I spend it fume and smoke
If you walk with me, baby, don’t hurry
I feel like Yankee; I’m smoking pure bates
There is no poison to kill me, nor women who enter me, ey, ah
I have real, I have shooters, ey, ah
MEMBERS ONLY, not anyone deserves it
Jalisco Nueva Blood, I am that, you do not know what it is to be MC $
Pa-pa-pa-pa, ah, ah
So much hypocrisy does not fit in ‘e mine
On this real pure side, even if I hit anxiety
New blood comes out dominating the city
And you can block me in networks, but not in reality
I always with the nike, look me around, Yungalo puts him
On the motorcycle at 180 crazy looking for the ticket
The Gold Chain, the face, the drug and the cuete
The cocaine rises my tone, it does not respect
And it is seen that something weighs them because they crouch look at her ‘
I was false the camá ‘
Greetings to the one who throws me and when he sees me does nothing
The ammunition brings your name and the date of action recorded
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Lyrics Mikebøi, Crema007, CaraLinda, FlexxxBoyy & Yungalo – 01-800-JNS
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