Paroles et traduction Rich Vagos feat. Opium G - Mayday

Mayday

Smokin′ good, feeling good
Camino por esa calle tranquilo sin ver la luz
Todo cool, feeling good
Tengo el cora bajo cero por culpa de aquella pu
Mayday, es un Mayday, a lot of players, a lot of player
Que rezan siempre
Pero no entienden, que estoy jugando tan bien como siempre

Los fantasmas quieren 20, quieren 20
Y yo con 19 casi nada me sorprende
Quería tener morras hoy la fila tengo enfrente
Casi me destruyo, pero casi solo en mente

Y ahora me tiran pero is all right, siguen pidiéndome ray
Perras tirando a mi gang, sigo portandome mal, neta perdóname má, oh
Vivo la vida so high, quieren tenerme y ya no hay
Oportunidades para tenerme, vivo cambiando mi vida de plan

Oh si, todo clean, bebita llama por qué ella me extraña
Llámala sí, por mí, que no es así pero conozco mañas
Y estabas o no, me invitabas o no, sí
Ya era un cabrón, pero esta vez me pasé de la raya

Nigga yo no era tu amigo
Ahora la foto conmigo, pero le digo que nel, intoxicao' con comino
Paso de lejos y miro, perdona ese Drake, no es tu demonio es el mío
Pero ya no me confío me incita perder, no es tu pecado es el mío
Culpa a tu shorty si ella me invita a comer
Es rap, hoe, she is a bad hoe, yo sí le meto
¿Por qué estás broke?, Hoe soy un broke boy, se quedaron hasta atrás
Es mala mujer, y bailas con él, me tiran al cel, me comí este cake

Que me se acabe el dinero
Pero nunca acaban las ganas de mi calentar
Si me sintiera falso tatuaría mi cara
Solo por la movie, tener la ficción
Ese cuerpo que mami te dio sin aviso
Pero yo sí aviso que te doy por dos
No la puse en el piso, pero así lo quiso
Y le dije que no eran sus cuenta de amor, y ahora me tiene en ringtone

Tiene explotando mi fon
Vivo la peli de acción, otro rapero es mi clon
Si que nací con el don
Ahora escribo en el avión, quiero tener el millón, pegocitos al balón
Trap por deporte simón
Miro con luces neón
Paso sin dar el rayón, tocan y cierro el portón

No deje el barrio, seguimos en barrio
Pero si quiero mi cantón, y una vida sin problemas
Dejando la mierda que el mismo barrio nos dejó

Smokin′ good, feeling good
Camino por esa calle tranquilo sin ver la luz
Todo cool, feeling good
Tengo el cora bajo cero por culpa de aquella pu
Mayday, es un mayday, a lot of players, a lot of players
Que rezan siempre, pero no entienden
Que estoy jugando tan bien como siempre

Mayday

Smokin' good, feeling good
I walk down that quiet street without seeing the light
All cool, feeling good
I have a heart rate below zero because of that pu...
Mayday, it's a Mayday, a lot of players, a lot of player
Who always pray
But they don't understand, that I'm playing as good as ever

The ghosts want 20, they want 20
And with 19 almost nothing surprises me
I wanted to die today the line is in front of me
I almost destroyed myself, but almost only in mind

And now they throw me away but it's all right, they keep asking me ray
Bitches banging my gang, I keep misbehaving, neta forgive me ma, oh
I live life so high, they want to have me and there is no more
Opportunities to have me, I live by changing my life plan

Oh yeah, all clean, baby call why does she miss me
Call her yes, for me, it's not like that but I know tricks
And you were there or not, you invited me or not, yeah
I was already a bastard, but this time I crossed the line

Nigga I wasn't your friend
Now the picture with me, but I tell him that nel, intoxicao' with cumin
I step away and look, forgive that Drake, it's not your demon it's mine
But I don't trust myself anymore it incites me to lose, it's not your sin it's mine
Blame your shorty if she invites me to lunch
It's rap, hoe, she is a bad hoe, I do put
Why are you broke?, Hoe I'm a broke boy, they stayed up behind
She's a bad woman, and you dance with him, they throw me in the cel, I ate this cake...

Running out of money
But the desire to warm up never ends
If I felt fake I would tattoo my face
Just for the movie, to have the fiction
That body that Mommy gave you without warning
But I do notice that I give you for two
I didn't put her on the floor, but she wanted it that way
And I told her they weren't her love account, and now she's got me on ringtone

He's blowing up my fon
I live the action movie, another rapper is my clone
I was born with the gift
Now I write on the plane, I want to have the million, stickies to the ball
Trap by sport simon
I watch with neon lights
I pass without giving the scratch, they knock and I close the gate

Don't leave the neighborhood, we're still in neighborhood
But if I want my canton, and a trouble-free life
Leaving the shit that the same neighborhood left us

Smokin' good, feeling good
I walk down that quiet street without seeing the light
All cool, feeling good
I have a heart rate below zero because of that pu...
Mayday, it's a mayday, a lot of players, a lot of players
Who always pray, but don't understand
That I'm playing as well as ever