Paroles et traduction Mike Southside - Intro Christ

Intro Christ

Bro, me colgué
Ya llego
¡Yisus!
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Música para ese cuarto, pussy' de recreo
Comen de mi plato, luego son ateo'
El mejor del estado, no hay co-como darle
Lo tengo planteado ante' 'e llegarme a Baire'
Me han perjudicado contra Southside, creo
Ya no quiero Xani', quiero más dinero
Más oro pal' cuello, ey
Me corro en su pecho
BCN en el verano, beba, allá nos vemo'
Que se jodan, 'toy tranquilo haciendo queso
La verdad está en la mesa, cae peso
Yo no estoy pa' estar beefeando pero comen suelo
Money, bitches, ya lo tuve, sin meter un verso
Amplia diferencia, tampoco es por ego, creo
Pero si la cruzo 'e nuevo me la monto, fuego, fuego
Mientra' van cayendo al risco
K.M.D 300
Tengo la voz desgastada, culpa de esa lemo'
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Intro Christ

Sis, I'm hooked
I'm on my way
Jesus!
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Music for that room, boy in recess
They eat from my plate, then they're atheists
The best in the state, there's no comparing
I've planned it before I get to Havana
They've prejudiced me against Southside, I think
I don't want Xanax anymore, I want more money
More gold for my neck, hey
I came on your chest
BCN in the summer, baby, we'll see each other there
Fuck them, I'm cool making cheese
The truth is on the table, it brings weight
I'm not here to beef, but they eat dirt
Money, bitches, I had it already, without spitting a verse
A big difference, it's not because of ego, I think
But if I cross it again, I'll start it up, fire, fire
While they're falling off the cliff
K.M.D 300
My voice is worn out, it's that limo's fault
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