Lyrics and translation Homie ! - Pistola

Pistola

Homie, homie
Rap-ta (y ajúa)

Son mujere′ violenta' como una pistola
Descuidaste su amor y ella se puso loca
Ah-ah-ah, yo no
Que a sus amigas son una bandola
Por eso que a los parlantes mientras
Baila sola sin mente
Contra la pared (ah, ah)

Sabe matar solo con su mirá y yo no copio de na, mami, cómo fue, ah
Ando y baila, saca la maldad y me conta′ el gocé y ahora es mi bebé
La tengo enllaná me dice: "papá", que la ponga contra la pared
Tengo un rosario me pide tijera con una parcera en el barrio

A esa jeva cabrón le hace falta juete
Necesita un patrón, tú eres un paquete
Le quité el cinturón sin hacer cara de
Undertaker, round one, ando de combate

Para mi nivel a ti te falta que te esmere'
No hablo de mujere', yo hablo de poderes, cabrón
Ropas de billetes como Rockefeller y
No saben qué nada se llevan si se mueren
Soy un caballero si demuestran que me quieren
Pero con la mala, chico, puede que te pele
Tengo par de loco que por mí se mueren
Pero nadie ha logrado que los entierre

Avo, dile que los tenemo′ en la mira ubicao
Sin misericordia cuando nos pidan cacao
Sin fumar la cris sonamo′ criminal
Tu gatita al caminar cri-criminal, ay

Son mujere' violenta′ como una pistola
Descuidaste su amor y ella se puso loca
Ah-ah-ah, yo no
Que a sus amigas son una bandola
Música en los parlantes mientras
Baila sola sin mente
Contra la pared (yo soy)

Mister Pablo, solo hablo con el dueño del establo
Fuck el diablo y su pavilón, full perreo para el pueblo
Win en una botella de whiz, sus amigas to parecen actriz
A lo rockstar como kiss, 'toy picante como unos Takis

Me dice, Vis, repitamos esta noche a pimpis
Soy el inicio del futuro en el cis
Porque mi grasa no la igualan ni en París
Dicen que no le gusta y se le crece la nariz

Repitamos esta noche a pimpis
Soy el inicio del futuro en el cis
Porque mi grasa no la igualan ni en París
Dicen que no le gusta y se le crece la nariz
Homie

Pistol

Homie, homie
Rap-ta (y ajúa)

They are women who are violent like a pistol
You neglected their love and they went crazy
Ah-ah-ah, not me
Because their friends are a bandola
That's why while on the loudspeakers
She is dancing alone with no mind
Against the wall (ah, ah)

She knows how to kill just with her look and I don't copy anyone, momma, how was it, ah
She walks around and dances, she takes out the evil and she infects me with her pleasure and now she is my baby
I have her flattened, she tells me: "daddy", to put her against the wall
I have a rosary, she asks me for scissors with a chick in the neighborhood

That pussy, dude, needs a gun
She needs a role model, you are a loser
I took off her belt without making a face of
Undertaker, round one, I'm ready to fight

For my level, you need to improve
I'm not talking about women, I'm talking about powers, asshole
Clothes made of bills like Rockefeller and
They don't know what they can take with them if they die
I'm a gentleman if they show that they love me
But with the bad guys, baby, I might fight
I have a couple of crazy dudes who would die for me
But no one has been able to make me bury them

Avo, tell him that we have them in our sights, located
Without mercy, when they ask us for help
Without smoking weed, we sound like criminals
Your pussy sounds like a criminal when she walks, oh

They are women who are violent like a pistol
You neglected their love and they went crazy
Ah-ah-ah, not me
Because their friends are a bandola
Music on the loudspeakers while
She is dancing alone with no mind
Against the wall (I am)

Mister Pablo, I only talk to the owner of the stable
Fuck the devil and his pavilion, full speed ahead for the people
Win on a bottle of whiz, his friends all look like actresses
Like a rock star like kiss, I'm spicy like some Takis

She tells me, Vis, let's do it again tonight at pimpis
I'm the beginning of the future in the cis
Because my fat isn't even matched in Paris
They say she doesn't like it and her nose grows

Let's do it again tonight at pimpis
I'm the beginning of the future in the cis
Because my fat isn't even matched in Paris
They say she doesn't like it and her nose grows
Homie