Lyrics and translation Kidd Keo feat. Mad Bass - Don´t Hit My Line

Don´t Hit My Line

Me despierto en el lay en un party
Rulo y pienso qué estaba haciendo aquí
Si yo estaba en barrio smoking lauri
What da gang, throwing nose in the audi

Blue lambo, maserati
Still broke, that shit is not for me
Sigo en esto, después to pa'l money
Si no sacas del barrio a la mami

No me hables, no me toques
No me pares si no me conoces
Culo grande, buen escote
Yo pensando en salir del bloque

Día rico, día pobre
Día limpio es día doble
Mi vida va dando botes
Unos buenos, unos no sé

Nike que son for the impact
My flex, my never did not
My no eat, my nose is pack
My back, rob us like pinball

Don't talk me, no feedback
Just call me if you hit that
Be my hole life for the money
Or stress, mind never relax

Chandal nike con puma
Préndelo, deja que suba
Cone el z en el z da ruta
Me prepara la temperatura

Llama el Nilo que quiere verdura
Es vegano, sólo como fruta
Quiero burguer con lechuga
Bob y Whoopies si la tengo dura

Ey, pull up in a bando skrrr
En un panda cinco haciendo drift
Ojos rojos el pana de trip
Coge el green, pon el tema en repeat

I put on work, mama, I got gas
Prendo uno pa' quitar el estrés
White cop, doble l, codeine all over my head

Y si no es por la plata, don't hit my line
Si no me sé tu cara, don't hit my line
Si me ves con la ganga, don't hit my line
Si no te debo nada, don't hit my line

Don't talk to me, a mí no me llames
A mí no me llames, a mí no me llames
A mí no me llames, ey

Los más pegao's en le bloque
Apilando pa' salir de pobre
Escalando la cima con tenis
Nadie quiso creerme tan joven

Now I'm stacking money for a rover
So hard, don't feeling hangover
Dale puño, siente el torke
Ponlo a uno y aprieta hasta el tope

If you ain't but the money, don't call me
So busy, mami, don't talk me
Estoy ocupao' en hacer money
Me la sopla el hateo por hobby

Si me llama es que esta muy horny
Le hago tema y me voy como Scooby
Si la cojo taladro a lo Bobby
Ahora a tope, mami, don't stop me

Ahora vamos pa' arriba
Derrapando a la cima
To' pegao' a la tarima
Con el verde en la esquina
To's fumamos María

Andamos salvajes, con pila 'energía
To' colocaos y con to' la alegría
No me tira' al fono, que estoy pa' la mía

Y si no es por la plata, don't hit my line
Si no me sé tu cara, don't hit my line
Si me ves con la ganga, don't hit my line
Si no te debo nada, don't hit my line

Don't talk to me, a mí no me llames
A mí no me llames, a mí no me llames
A mí no me llames, ey

Don't Hit My Line

I wake up in the crib at a party
I roll over and think, what was I doing here?
I was just in the hood smoking loud
What da gang, throwing nose candy in the Audi

Blue Lambo, Maserati
Still broke, that shit is not for me
I'm still in this, then all for the money
Gotta get mama out of the hood

Don't talk to me, don't touch me
Don't stop me if you don't know me
Big booty, nice cleavage
I'm just thinking about getting out of the block

Rich day, poor day
Clean day is a double day
My life is bouncing around
Some good, some I don't know

Nikes that are for the impact
My flex, my never did not
My no eat, my nose is packed
My back, rob us like pinball

Don't talk to me, no feedback
Just call me if you hit that
Been my whole life for the money
Or stress, mind never relax

Nike tracksuit with Puma
Light it up, let it rise
Cone with the Z in the Z on the route
Gets me ready for the temperature

Call Nilo, he wants greens
He's vegan, only eats fruit
I want a burger with lettuce
Bob and Whoopies if I'm hard

Ey, pull up in a bando skrrr
In a Panda five doing drifts
Red eyes, the homie's tripping
Grab the green, put the song on repeat

I put on work, mama, I got gas
I light one up to relieve the stress
White cop, double L, codeine all over my head

And if it ain't about the money, don't hit my line
If I don't know your face, don't hit my line
If you see me with the gang, don't hit my line
If I don't owe you anything, don't hit my line

Don't talk to me, don't call me
Don't call me, don't call me
Don't call me, ey

The hottest in the block
Stacking to get out of poverty
Climbing the top with sneakers
Nobody wanted to believe me so young

Now I'm stacking money for a Rover
So hard, don't feeling hangover
Give it a fist, feel the torque
Put it in one and squeeze to the top

If you ain't about the money, don't call me
So busy, mami, don't talk to me
I'm busy making money
I don't care about the hate, it's a hobby

If she calls me, she's too horny
I make her a song and leave like Scooby
If I fuck her, I drill like Bobby
Now at full speed, mami, don't stop me

Now we're going up
Skidding to the top
All stuck to the stage
With the green on the corner
We all smoke Mary Jane

We are wild, with a lot of energy
All high and with all the joy
Don't call me, I'm doing my thing

And if it ain't about the money, don't hit my line
If I don't know your face, don't hit my line
If you see me with the gang, don't hit my line
If I don't owe you anything, don't hit my line

Don't talk to me, don't call me
Don't call me, don't call me
Don't call me, ey