To Estos ''Rappers'' - Chiki Wanted перевод на английский

To Estos ''Rappers''

Skrr
Bye bye fake rapper
Fake rapper, fake rapper, rapper
To' estos rapper', to' estos rapper'
No me dan de comer
No me llenan la panza, tampoco la heladera

To' estos rapper' no me dan de comer
To' estos rapper' no me dan de fumar
To' estos rapper' no me quieren ni ver
Pero tarde o temprano iba a pasar
Vamo' a estar en tu liga
Más arriba-riba de lo que iba a llegar
Ni ganas ni ganas de ganarte
Pero algún día-día esto iba a pasar
Las ganas te van a matar
Cojete a mi guacha, cojete a quien quieras
Que si son re putas esto es su problema
De mí no se olvida ni tomando buena
Yo ya no tomo la buena
Ahora cocino la buena
Pa' venderla como crema
Guarda que el hoyo te quema
Como droga te descarto
Como una puta te parto
Rappers están adentro del cuarto
Las paredes van cerrando
Sienten que se están ahogando
Gracia' a mí no están papeando
Papi vos sabés lo que ando (Droga)
(Tengo a tu puta bailando) (Mentado)
Y ella pensando en chuparlo
Mami te juro que me está cansando
La locura se me hizo un bambo
Y los rappers piensan que me sigo drogando (Que flashan)
No, ya no me drogo ni por amor propio
Que mi mamá lloró y me hizo tenerme odio
Ese bobo quiere un Ferrari
Yo sólo pienso en su molly
Vestirme todo de Karl Kani
Vestirme todo de Sarkany
Gucci lucci pa' los fanes
Perro puchi no me ladre
Perro puchi no me ladre
Perro puchi no me ladre
Los perro puchi ahora ladran
Pero no entran a la cuadra
Acá la causa no se habla
Mucha piña poca parla
Mucha guagua mojá' al agua
De caballito está parva
Así la tengo de larga
Mucha guagua mojá' al agua
Ahora me llaman los productores
Me dicen porfa que yo colabore, no no
Antes donde estuvieron, papi
Siempre fuimo' bueno'
Tengo cosas guardadas pa'l video
Tengo cosas guardadas pa' tu ñero
Tengo cosas guardadas que ni creo
Tengo cosas guardadas y no las quiero
Tengo cosas guardadas pa' tirar dinero
Tengo cosas guardadas pa' tirar dinero
To' estos rapper' no son rapper'
To' estos rapper' no son rapper'
Pero yo lo saben
To' estos rapper' no me dan de comer
Pero su puta me quiere papear
Sólo me quiere coger
La tengo que alimentar
Si ella se quiere mover
Quiero carne pa' agarrar
Mami vamos pa'l BK
Está en tu seca del WhatsApp
La pongo a esa puta en fitness
To' los días, to' los findes
Quiere que con Rosé brinde
No me cabe esa gilada
La de Rosé, la rosada
La Casa Blanca rosada
Tiene la nani manchada
La puta está embalsamada
Toda dura colocada
Esa puta está pasada
Yo estoy loco y no por nada
Sobredosis de la blanca
Rompe coxis pa' tu guacha
Sobredosis de la blanca
Rompe coxis, rompe coxis
To' estos rapper' no me quieren ni ver
Los rapper' me quieren intimidar
Saben de palo que no soy un fake
Y que no me voy a achicar
Si son veinte o si son diez
Sólo me voy a parar
Aunque mi combo no esté
Igual me voy a parar
Todo pa' TNMD
Estoy metido en el trap
Esto pa' mí no es un game
La plata va más allá
De jugar o no jugar
Estoy puesto pa' trabajar
Estoy ready pa' facturar
Estaba ready tiempo atrás

Pa' to' esos fake rapper'
Que comen de TNMD y se copian de nosotros
Nosotros comemos dinero, comemos mujeres y comemos rico

To These ''Rappers''

Skrr
Bye bye fake rapper
Fake rapper, fake rapper, rapper
To' these rappers', to' these rappers'
They don't feed me
They don't fill my belly, or the fridge either

To' these rappers' don't feed me
To' these rappers' don't give me anything to smoke
To' these rappers' don't even want to see me
But sooner or later it was going to happen
We're gonna be on your level
Higher-higher than I was going to get
I don't even want to beat you
But someday-day this was going to happen
The desire is going to kill you
Screw my chick, screw whoever you want
If they're real whores, that's their problem
They won't forget me even if they're drinking good stuff
I don't drink the good stuff anymore
Now I cook the good stuff
To sell it like cream
Watch out, the hole burns you
Like drugs I discard you
Like a whore I tear you apart
Rappers are inside the room
The walls are closing in
They feel like they're drowning
Thanks to me they're not eating
Baby, you know what I'm up to (Drugs)
(I have your whore dancing) (Damn)
And she's thinking about sucking it
Baby, I swear she's tiring me out
Madness has become a bamboo for me
And the rappers think I'm still getting high (They think so)
No, I don't get high anymore, not even for my own good
My mom cried and made me hate myself
That fool wants a Ferrari
I only think about his molly
Dress all in Karl Kani
Dress all in Sarkany
Gucci lucci for the fans
Dog bitch don't bark at me
Dog bitch don't bark at me
Dog bitch don't bark at me
The dog bitches are barking now
But they don't enter the block
Here the cause isn't talked about
A lot of pineapple, little talk
A lot of wet pussy in the water
The little horse is horny
That's how I have it long
A lot of wet pussy in the water
Now the producers are calling me
They tell me please to collaborate, no no
Where were you before, baby?
We were always good
I have things saved for the video
I have things saved for your boyfriend
I have things saved that I don't even believe
I have things saved and I don't want them
I have things saved to throw money away
I have things saved to throw money away
All these rappers aren't rappers
All these rappers aren't rappers
But they know it
All these rappers don't feed me
But their whore wants to eat me
She just wants to fuck me
I have to feed her
If she wants to move
I want meat to grab
Baby let's go to BK
She's in your WhatsApp dry spell
I put that whore in fitness
Every day, every weekend
She wants to toast with Rosé
That bullshit doesn't fit me
The Rosé, the pink one
The Pink House
She has the pussy stained
The whore is embalmed
All hard, placed
That whore is over the top
I'm crazy and not for nothing
Overdose of the white
Break cocks for your chick
Overdose of the white
Break cocks, break cocks
All these rappers don't even want to see me
The rappers want to intimidate me
They know I'm not a fake
And that I'm not going to back down
If there are twenty or if there are ten
I'm just going to stand my ground
Even if my crew isn't here
I'll still stand my ground
All for TNMD
I'm into trap
This isn't a game for me
The money goes beyond
Playing or not playing
I'm ready to work
I'm ready to cash in
I was ready a long time ago

To all those fake rappers
Who eat from TNMD and copy us
We eat money, we eat women and we eat well