100 Tracks Lyrics – Rels B
Singer: Rels B
Title: 100 Tracks
Yeah
CashMoneyAP
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Skinny
Woh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kio
Woh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Da igual qué digan, da igual lo que hablen
Mami, no pueden igualarme, yeah
Vendo tickets como en diez países
Mami, vendo tickets como no hace nadie
Carro nuevo cada medio año
Baby, ya no tengo ni donde aparcarle
Me la suda tu contrato en Warner
To’ los tuyos siguen pasando hambre
A estos m*erdas se lеs sube pronto
Pegan par de tеmas y ya se creen grande’
Alguien debería de educarles
Parece que no lo hizo su madre
Baby, quieren to’ lo que yo tengo
Están copiando siempre pero no les sale
En el juego, baby, to’ se sabe
P*ta fama, vuelve a to’s iguales
Baby, sobra’o de estilo
Gucci, Prada, Moschino
Van 200 en el plato ‘e carne
Mami, otro’ 200 en la botella ‘e vino
Los contratos son de futbolista
Tres millones solo por diez pistas
Yo me escribo to’a mis p*tas barras
Ellos no hacen nada y se llaman “artistas”
(Y el premio a mejor artista o grupo revelación es para…)
Me hice una casa flow las del Booking
En la terraza puse un jacuzzi
Baby, la vida ahora rosa tussi
To’-To’ este lujo lo pagó la music
Soy del barrio, mami, yo soy hood rich
Tú eres p#ss# follando groupies
Soy leyenda, loco, tú eres rookie
To’ tu money se va pa’ la’ multi’, baby, yeah
100 canciones ya sonando en la calle y todas escritas por mí
No necesitamos comerle el c*lo a nadie ni ir detrás de nadie
Empresa independiente y en funcionamiento
Estamos pegados, mami
Skinny
Baby, yo soy la corona
Tú te crees calle, te crees que eres Morad
Perra vieja, llora que te llora
Porque entré en el juego y me quedé su zona
Tú eras pobre y sigues siendo pobre
Yo empecé de pobre, loco, y mira ahora
Son ochenta por cantar la hora
P*to, a ti se te comió la droga
Baby, mi vida está escrita en canciones
Llenamos estadios, cobramos millones
Venimos de abajo, de los callejones
Ahora nuestra cara en los televisores
Soy Skinny, remember mi nombre
Pon mi c*lo en portada’ de Forbes
Legendario, estoy prendido, Moltres
Me hice un molde, dientes de oro golden
Discos de oro, discos de platino
Baby, enemigos, muchos enemigos
En mi vida par de traidores están hablando m*erda porque están jodidos
Sácate mi nombre de tu boca
Tú eres una rata y siempre lo has sido
Por aquí pegamos to’ los temas sin entrar en radio ni en Viva Latino
Tú estás viejo pa’ plantarme cara
Aparentan y no tienen nada
‘Tán comprando ese Gucci en los outlets
Mami, yo flexeando nueva temporada
Tiras barras pero son mentira
Solo estás hablando de mi vida
Tengo el Rari aparca’o en Son Vida
Baby, a mí estas barras me han cambia’o la vida, yeh-yeh
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100 Tracks – English Translation
Yeah
CashMoneyap.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Skinny
Woh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Kio.
Woh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
It does not matter what they say, it does not matter what they speak
Mommy, can not match me, yeah
I sell tickets as in ten countries
Mommy, I sell tickets as nobody does
New car every half year
Baby, I do not have anything to park
I sweat your contract in Warner
To ‘yours are still hungry
To these m erdas you will come up soon
Pegan couple of tes and they are already believed big ‘
Someone should educate them
It seems that his mother did not do
Baby, they want to ‘what I have
They are always copying but they do not come out
In the game, Baby, to ‘
P * ta fame, return to to’s equal
Baby, Sobrabe of Style
Gucci, Prada, Moschino
Van 200 in the dish ‘e flesh
Mami, another ‘200 in the bottle’ and wine
The contracts are a footballer
Three million only by ten tracks
I write myself to’a my p * tas bars
They do not do anything and they are called “artists”
(And the prize for the best artist or group revelation is for …)
I took a house Flow the Booking
On the terrace I put a jacuzzi
Baby, Life Now Rosa Tussi
To’-to ‘this luxury was paid by the music
I am from the neighborhood, Mommy, I am Hood Rich
You are p#ss# f#cking Groupies
I am legend, crazy, you are Rookie
To ‘your money leaves for’ the ‘multi’, baby, yeah
100 songs and sounding on the street and all written by me
We do not need to eat the c * I do not even go after anyone
Independent and in operation
We are glued, mommy
Skinny
Baby, I’m the crown
You believe you street, you think you’re a dorm
Old b#tch, crying that cries
Because I entered the game and I stayed his area
You were poor and you’re still poor
I started from poor, crazy, and look now
They are eighty for singing the time
P * to, you ate the drug
Baby, my life is written in songs
We fill stadiums, we charge millions
We come from below, from the alleys
Now our face on televisions
I’m Skinny, Remember my name
Put my c * on the cover ‘of Forbes
Legendary, I’m on, Moltres
I made a mold, golden golden teeth
Golden disks, platinum discs
Baby, enemies, many enemies
In my life pair of traitors are talking m * Erda because they are f#cked
Take my name from your mouth
You are a rat and you have always been
Here we stick to ‘the themes without entering radio or in viva latin
You are old pa ‘plantar me face
They look and have nothing
‘Tan buying that gucci in the outlets
Mommy, me flexing new season
Strips bars but they are a lie
You are only talking about my life
I have the Rari Parca’o in Son Life
Baby, to me these bars have changed my life, yeh-yeh
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Lyrics Rels B – 100 Tracks
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