Paroles et traduction Kaktov - 62

62

De la 62 nadie regala nada
Chulo por el barrio con mi Balenciaga
Llevo doble phone uno pa' la mama
Y otro pa' negocio y no digo ma' nada
En el hood nadie reconoce tu cara
Preguntan ¿Cuánto vale? Y no pueden pagarla
Tu gata me lo mueve como una gitana
Me pagan con favores ya no lavo nada
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en tu barrio, seis dos en tu cuadra, ha
Seis dos estampado en mi ropa cara
I'm a boring, no te ponga' mala
Que yo sé que te pegaste con la views comprada'
Que si corto un par de tickets, más tickets de entrada
Que esto' loco Ferragamo, esta mierda importada
Que tu música está vieja, tres años atrasada
Antes no sabían quien era, ahora soy la portada
Sueno caro, ya lo sé, como Willy Percocet
Ahora estoy viviendo de esto bitch, ya apena lo intenté
Lonely way, getting payed, making money sin cocaine
I don't even know his name, writing music on the plane
Ando con mierda Dominicana, ey
Eso paquete no lo ve la aduana, ya
La soga al cuello bitch, no pierdo nada, ey
Shout out pa' to' los que tiran la mala, yah yah yah
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Seis dos en mi cara, seis dos
Sugar Daddy on the beat

62

From the 62 no one gives anything away
Cool in the neighborhood with my Balenciaga
I carry a double phone one for the mother
And another for business and I don't say nothin' more
In the hood nobody recognizes your face
Ask how much it's worth and they can't afford it
Your girl moves it like a gypsy
They pay me with favors I don't wash nothin' no more
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two in your neighborhood, six two in your block, ha
Six two printed on my expensive clothes
I'm a boring, don't make you mad
That I know you battled with the bought views
That if I cut a couple of tickets, more entry tickets
That this crazy Ferragamo, this shit imported
That your music is old, three years behind
They didn't know who I was before, now I'm the cover
I sound expensive, I know, like Willy Percocet
Now I'm living from this bitch, I barely tried
Lonely way, getting paid, making money without cocaine
I don't even know his name, writing music on the plane
I'm with Dominican shit, hey
This package doesn't see customs, yeah
The rope around your neck bitch, I don't lose nothin', hey
Shout out to all the ones who throw the bad, yah yah yah
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Six two on my face, six two
Sugar Daddy on the beat