Текст и перевод песни Big Soto feat. Skisia2 & Underaiki - Play Doh

Play Doh

Hola (yah, ey)
Bienvenidos al mundo de las maravillas (AG Sixteen racing)
(Tu papi y tu mamá) Ski, Aiki y Soto (ajá)
Venezuela, real trampa

Bi-bi-bitch yo no soy de New York
Tenemos a tu cuadra haciendo Milly Rock
Estoy en el block, tú tienes el plug
Got all this space 'cause i'm selling these rocks

Me siento Ski, uh, no soy un rockstar
Si te me cruzas se arma un creepypasta
Tengo un cuchillo en el bolso, uh
To' lo que haces es vergonzoso, uh

Todo lo hago porque sí, I put your bitches asleep
Te voy a mandar a dormir (dormir, bitch)
Gotta be selling them packs, tengo algo raro en el back
Tú suеnas mal, Nickelback; perra, you look like a rat, uh

El Soto nigga, por favor
Tengo un pеdo psicológico que solamente lo cura el dinero
La calle, las babies en cuero, tengo un culo diferente en cada ghetto
Desde menor he sido grosero y sincero; si no te gusta, bésamelo
Esto pega ma' duro que Canelo

Si no es de tu agrado, mámame el (pu, pu, pu)
La wacha me pide gasolina
Y yo que ayer me compré una casa en Palermo
Mi cuello bajo cero sin invierno
En la cama, ella dice que soy un enfermo, lo siento, vo'
Ya sé que no eres lo que estás aparentando
Lo que tú dice' es pura mentira, vo'

Tus números no encajan con mi cálculo
Tu mami pensando en mí fue que eyaculó
Aha, sigan creyendo (ja, ja, Soto)

Los moldeo como plastilina, como Play-Doh
Asesinando a rapers sin criterio
Con mi clicka montamos un imperio
Enmascara'o como Rey Misterio

(Pausa) ¡detente!
Tengo el tercer ojo en la frente
Soy del pasado, futuro y presente
Y no me han frena'o; mejor, ni lo intente'

Negro, dame lo mío y vete
Que estoy prendi'o como un soplete
Tú tienes cara como 'e retrete
Yo-yo llevo la vida de un fucking capo
Vo-voy corriendo, a mí no me atrapan
Lo hago pa' pasa' el rato
Nado con los tiburones, pero no me atacan

Flaco, bonito como Clayton
No tienen criterio, son como Play-Doh
Si tú eres el teacher, yo soy el colegio
Soto con Aiki, Skisia2, un misterio

Me ven y se hacen popó
Y es que estoy casi que exploto
Voy durísimo, igual, no choco
Sigan creyendo que estamos locos

Je, je, je, je
Re-real trampa, re-real trampa, bi-bitch

Play Doh

Hello (yah, hey)
Welcome to the World of Wonders (AG Sixteen racing)
(Your daddy and your mommy) Ski, Aiki and Soto (aha)
Venezuela, real trap

Bi-bi-bitch I'm not from New York
We've got your block doing Milly Rock
I'm on the block, you have the plug
Got all this space 'cause I'm selling these rocks

I feel Ski, uh, I'm not a rockstar
If you cross me a creepypasta is armed
I got a knife in my purse, uh
To 'what you're doing is embarrassing, uh

I do it all because yes, I put your bitches asleep
I'm gonna send you to sleep (sleep, bitch)
Gotta be selling them packs, I got something weird in the back
You sound bad, Nickelback; bitch, you look like a rat, uh

The Soto nigga, please
I have a psychological fart that is only cured by money
The street, the babies in leather, I have a different ass in every ghetto
Since I was a child I have been rude and sincere; if you don't like it, kiss it
This hits harder than Canelo

If it's not to your liking, blow me the (pu, pu, pu)
The wacha asks me for gasoline
And I who bought a house in Palermo yesterday
My neck below zero without winter
In bed, she says I'm a sick, sorry, vo'
I know you're not what you're pretending to be
What you say 'is a pure lie, vo'

Your numbers don't fit with my calculation
Your mommy thinking about me was that she ejaculated
Aha, keep believing (ha, ha, Soto)

Molding them like plasticine, like Play-Doh
Murdering rappers without criteria
With my clicka we set up an empire
Masquerade as a Mystery King

(Pause) Stop!
I have the third eye in my forehead
I am from the past, future and present
And they haven't stopped me; better, don't even try '

Nigga, give me mine and go
That I'm on like a blowtorch
You have a face like 'e toilet
I-I lead the life of a fucking kingpin
Vo-I'm running, they don't catch me
I do it to 'pass' the time
I swim with the sharks, but they don't attack me

Skinny, pretty as Clayton
They have no criteria, they're like Play-Doh
If you are the teacher, I am the school
Soto with Aiki, Skisia2, a mystery

They see me and they poop
And I'm almost exploding
I'm going really hard, anyway, I don't crash
Keep believing that we are crazy

Je, je, je, je
Re-real trampa, re-real trampa, bi-bitch