Lyrics and translation Pekeño 77 - Pistola III

Pistola III

Oh-oh

Es que yo no sé
Si será′ para mí o seré para uste'
Tengo punto 40 con un peine de tre′
La baby necesita maleanteo, bebé, eh-eh, bebé

Es que yo no sé
Si será' para mí o seré para uste'
Tengo punto 40 con un peine de tre′
La baby necesita maleanteo, bebé, eh-eh, bebé, eh-eh, eh

Sería tu tiguerón si fuera′ mi mami (wo-wo-wow)
Tengo fama 'e ladrón, yo te cuido grati′
Pеrdí mi corazón en los tiempo' ′e party
Solo vos contamе que le llego y lo cerramo' al rati

Vos mirá (vos mirá), ′toy acá con la Glock
Quién sabrá cómo doy mi amor
Es verda', tu novio e' un bobolón
Un beso a la luna y no la bajo porque ya es de los do′

Más Illuminati que Anuel (prr)
Tengo la punto 40 full frame
Por si te conoce, ya sabé′ cómo e'
Lo dejo rezando pa′l Ave María, "Peke 7, por favor, no disparé'" (pah, pah, pah)

Vos mirá, ′toy acá con la Glock
Quién sabrá cómo doy mi amor
Es verda', tu novio e′ un bobolón
Un beso a la luna y no la bajo porque ya es de los do'

E-E-E-E-Es que yo no sé
Si será' para mí o seré para uste′
Tengo punto 40 con un peine de tre′
La baby necesita maleanteo, bebé, eh-eh, bebé

Es que yo no sé
Si será' para mí o seré para uste′
Tengo punto 40 con un peine de tre'
La baby necesita maleanteo, bebé, eh-eh, bebé, eh-eh, eh (honey, honey)

Bebé, lo siento, tu cuerpo y el viento (lo siento y el viento)
Nos vemo′, lo hacemo' atado′ al asiento (ah)
Si es que queremo', un nene traemo' (y una bebé)
Y sale muy bello (nice), y sale muy tierno

Vos mirá, ′toy acá con la Glock (con la Glock)
Quién sabrá cómo doy mi amor
Es verda′, tu novio e' un bobolón
Un beso a la luna y no la bajo porque ya es de los do′

(Bebé)

Es que yo no sé
Si será' para mí o seré para uste′
Tengo punto 40 con un peine de tre'
La baby necesita maleanteo, bebé, eh-eh, bebé, eh-eh, eh

Pistol III

Oh-oh

I don't know
If it's for me or for you
I've got a .40 with a 3-round magazine
Baby needs to be naughty, baby, eh-eh, baby

I don't know
If it's for me or for you
I've got a .40 with a 3-round magazine
Baby needs to be naughty, baby, eh-eh, baby, eh-eh, eh

I'd be your thug if you were my mama (wo-wo-wow)
I've got a reputation as a thief, I'll take care of you for free
I lost my heart in the days of partying
You just tell me which one to hit and I'll shut that rat down

Look (look), I'm here with the Glock
Who knows how I give my love
It's true, your boyfriend's an idiot
A kiss to the moon and I won't bring it down because it's already ours

More Illuminati than Anuel (prr)
I've got the .40 full frame
If he knows you, he already knows how it is
I leave him praying to the Ave Maria, "Peke 7, please don't shoot" (pah, pah, pah)

Look, I'm here with the Glock
Who knows how I give my love
It's true, your boyfriend's an idiot
A kiss to the moon and I won't bring it down because it's already ours

I-I-I-I-I don't know
If it's for me or for you
I've got a .40 with a 3-round magazine
Baby needs to be naughty, baby, eh-eh, baby

I don't know
If it's for me or for you
I've got a .40 with a 3-round magazine
Baby needs to be naughty, baby, eh-eh, baby, eh-eh, eh (honey, honey)

Baby, I'm sorry, your body and the wind (I'm sorry and the wind)
We'll see each other, we'll do it tied to the seat (ah)
If we want, we'll bring a boy (and a girl)
And he'll come out very handsome (nice), and he'll come out very cute

Look, I'm here with the Glock (with the Glock)
Who knows how I give my love
It's true, your boyfriend's an idiot
A kiss to the moon and I won't bring it down because it's already ours

(Baby)

I don't know
If it's for me or for you
I've got a .40 with a 3-round magazine
Baby needs to be naughty, baby, eh-eh, baby, eh-eh, eh