Текст и перевод песни Blunted Vato feat. Tymo Benz - Gigolo

Gigolo

Ando con un flow, como gigolo
Tengo una booby que me cuenta mi bacon
Firmo la receta como si fuera un doctor
Ellos no lo tienen, no tienen el cupón

Estoy juntando pa' un Mercedes blanco (yeh)
Negro estás quemado ¿qué carajo estas hablando?
Tengo un melón rebotando (yeh)
Tengo un par de musas descontrolada en el iPhone

Big blunts like Big Deiv
Una mano lava la otra
Las dos juntas a la face
Big blunts like big day
Yo nunca me creo esa movie de Scarface (no)

Ando ando con los tigerones (yeah)
Ando dando banda de camiones
Ando ando con los tigerones (yeah)
Ando dando banda de camiones

You know my estilo
You know my estilo
You know
You know my estilo (yeah)
You know my estilo
You know my estilo
You know
You know my estilo

You know my estilo, yo no me piro
El flaco sucio, yo lo timo
Ya no traspiro, toy' pa' los mio feka'
Corren como atleta, mi cara en sus tetas

Me piden que le meta lo ven to' violeta
Me piden que le pare pero yo nunca le bajo
Mi hater pal' carajo las nenas siempre hasta abajo
A mi dame mi fajo, que te rompo la noche

La code está en el coche a los 20 me compro un Porsche

You know my estilo
You know my estilo
You know
You know my estilo (yeah)
You know my estilo
You know my estilo
You know
You know my estilo

Gigolo

I walk with a flow, like a gigolo
I have a booby counting my bacon
I sign the prescription as if I were a doctor
They don't have it, they don't have the coupon

I'm saving up for a white Mercedes (yeah)
Bro, you're burned, what the hell are you talking about?
I've got melon bouncing (yeah)
I got a couple of muses going wild on my iPhone

Big blunts like Big Deiv
One hand washes the other
Both together on the face
Big blunts like a big day
I never believe that Scarface movie (no)

I walk around with the big tigers (yeah)
I'm giving away truckloads
I walk around with the big tigers (yeah)
I'm giving away truckloads

You know my style
You know my style
You know
You know my style (yeah)
You know my style
You know my style
You know
You know my style

You know my style, I don't run away
The skinny dirty one, I trick him
I don't sweat anymore, I'm here for my fakes
They run like athletes, my face on their tits

They ask me to put it in, they see it all violet
They ask me to stop, but I never let them down
My hater to hell, the girls are always down
Give me my wad, I'll break your night

The code is in the car, at 20 I'm buying a Porsche

You know my style
You know my style
You know
You know my style (yeah)
You know my style
You know my style
You know
You know my style