Paroles et traduction Yulian - DOPEBOY

DOPEBOY

Yeah
Flipeando cash
Mi diamante tirandote splash
Entramo a la suit con el gas
Tenemo el bollo en el top
Tu bala en el caco no cap
Los rifle son black
Su nalga hacen clap
Toy' never stop en la Lambo Truck, perco y el syrup
La gafa Cavalie, lo culo Armanie
[?] en el Ferrari
Llama la puta si quema la marie
Llama tu ganga, somos millonarie
Vamo pa Neptune, despues pal polaries
En el jeep, con la xannnies
En la casa, con los palos
Voy al estudio, de 100 son los fajos
No duermo, yo siempre trabajo
Subimo, se quedan abajo
Pa'utede me puse un escudo
La bitch moviendo to'el culo
Mi soldado en la noche son buhos
Si eres falso yo no interactuo
Veo a tu jefe, con el yo me curo
Esto palomo ninguno son puro
Mira to'el tiempo me puso ma'duro
Solo se ven laser si tamo'en lo oscuro
Negro no vine a jugar, lo tuyo es hablar, lo mio es actuar
Con quien es que tu va a contar, yo compro tu bloque, yo se facturar
No haga que el [?] te borre
Siempre ladrando pero siempre corren
Pasa de la raya, mi sniper ya tan en la torre
Te caigo de frente, los palo son roble
Mi shooter ninguno son noble, tengo los BB tu prenda son cobre
Imposible negro que me doble, todo somo'puro y venimos de cero
Salimos del barrio, somos del ghetto
Ellos me escriben, nunca contesto
Siempre con Mafia me sale perfecto
To'la Glock con el filtro no se escucha el eco
Como Rodman en el baloncesto
Me hizo la calle, soy un prospecto
Lo falso no saben de esto, en la casa ponemos los prieto
Tenemos la larga y corta pa'lo freco
En el estudio yo siempre amanezco, mi talento tiene un peso neto
Tiene miedo salen con chaleco, saco la T y lo detecto
Somos lo mejores en esto

DOPEBOY

Yeah
Flipping cash
My diamond splashin' on you
Walkin' in the suite with the gas
We got the dough on top
Your bullet in the chamber, no cap
The rifles are black
Your ass makes clap
I'm never stoppin' in the Lambo Truck, sippin' syrup
Cavalli glasses, Armani ass
[?] in the Ferrari
Call the bitch if she burns the Mary Jane
Call your gang, we're millionaires
We're goin' to Neptune, then to the poles
In the jeep, with the Xannies
In the house, with the sticks
I go to the studio, 100 bands is the stacks
I don't sleep, I always work
We're goin' up, they stay down
I put a shield on for you
The bitch movin' her whole ass
My soldiers are owls at night
If you're fake I don't interact
I see your boss, I cure myself with him
These pigeons, none of them are pure
Look, all this time made me mature
You only see lasers if we're in the dark
Bro, I didn't come to play, your thing is talkin', mine is doin'
Who are you gonna count on, I'll buy your block, I know how to make money
Don't let the [?] erase you
Always barkin' but always runnin'
Cross the line, my sniper's already in the tower
I'm comin' at you head-on, the sticks are oak
My shooters, none of them are noble, I got the BBs, your chains are copper
Impossible, bro, that you can duplicate me, we're all pure and we come from zero
We came out the hood, we're from the ghetto
They write me, I never answer
Always with Mafia it comes out perfect
All the Glocks with the filter, you don't hear the echo
Like Rodman in basketball
The streets made me, I'm a prospect
The fake ones don't know about this, in the house we put the black ones
We got the long and short for the fresh ones
In the studio I always wake up, my talent has a net worth
They're scared, they come out with vests, I take out the T and detect it
We're the best at this