Текст и перевод песни Duki - W de Wanako

W de Wanako

Es como tocar el cielo
Solamente yo lo hago porque puedo toy tratando de ganarme to′ el dinero y poder salir de momma de ghetto so get get get get que le traigo un nuevo negge toy soltando music dando vuelta el mundo entero
No me jode si me gana, va primero, solamente demostramo' que siempre somo′ certero
Suelto esa mierda y le disparo en la cara, lo estoy sacando porque quiero ser el primero no me jode como le afectan tamos haciendo esta mierda sin copias, no venta, solamente seguimos creciendo y esas putas no nos tienen en cuenta
No es un problema, mezclo to esa mierda nigga y la suelto como quiero, yo puedo moverlo en la cancha a todo lo mezclo porque tengo los pies de diego y cuando estoy metido en esto solo siento que la music a mi me hace gigante toy rompiendo to eta mierda que quiero ganar money sonando en parlantes todo derecho siguiendo finito pero pa delante seria la W del Wanako esa es mi consonante en cuanto a to los que piensan estos tontos que creen que son gigantes yo sigo mirando pa lante ustedes copiando lo que hicieron antes
Tamo subiendo haciendolo bien negro liga real eso lo vivo flex, yes
Este tipo te lo hace como quiere, ta buscando to esa mierda no mujeres
Porque ellos la tienen
To esos fakes a mi me buscan en las redes
Y lo quieren y lo quieren, no lo tienen
Es el estilo que yo tengo como un negge
Quiero lo implante dorado, los brazos tatuados, ser un M.V.P
Metio arriba e mi ferrari, que no va 100 hijo de puta estan yendo a 3000
Y me muevo me muevo por todo lao
Y lo hago como quiero, todo entrecruzao
Y a veces se me va la voz pero no me jode, este tipo es de los mejores
So si, quiero mucha money mucha weed
Toda esa mierda va a seguir metida en trip
To esos fakes que se piensan que a mi me ganan que son Kings yo le digo que sigan apretando en mi video el repeat
Que todo me sale, negro si lo hago parto toa las instrumentales
Y esos fakes piensan que me ganan pero no le sale
Solo estoy haciendo mierda pa que sigan sus rituales
Hey, me quedo sin aire quiza
A to esos fakes le borre la sonrisa
Me voy para afuera, me voy para afuera

W de Wanako

It's like touching the sky
Only I do it because I can... trying to earn to' money and be able to get out of ghetto momma so... get... get that I bring her a new negge toy releasing music turning the whole world around
It doesn't bother me if he beats me, he goes first, we just show 'that I am always' accurate
I let go of that shit and I shoot him in the face, I'm taking him out because I want to be the first it doesn't fuck with me how they affect him we're doing this shit no copies, no sales, we just keep growing and those whores don't take us into account
It's not a problem, I mix to that nigga shit and release it as I want, I can move it on the court to everything I mix because I have Diego's feet and when I'm involved in this I just feel that the music makes me giant toy breaking to eta shit I want to earn money sounding on speakers all straight following finite but pa in front would be the W of the Wanako that's my consonant as to... those who think these fools who think they are giants I keep looking at pa lante you copying what you did before
Tamo going up doing it well black real league that I live it flex, yes
This guy does it to you as he wants, ta looking to that shit no women
Because they have it
To those fakes are looking for me on the networks
And they want it and they want it, they don't have it
It's the style that I have as a negge
I want the gold implant, the tattooed arms, to be a M.V.P
He put up my ferrari, it's not going 100 motherfucker they're going 3000
And I'm moving I'm moving all over Lao
And I do it the way I want, everything crisscrossing
And sometimes my voice goes away but it doesn't fuck with me, this guy is one of the best
... So yes, I want a lot of money... a lot of weed
All that shit is going to keep getting into trip
To those fakes who think that they beat me they are Kings I tell them to keep pressing in my video the repeat
That everything comes out, black if I do I give birth to the instrumentals
And those fakes think they beat me but it doesn't work out
I'm just doing shit to make them follow their rituals
Hey, I'm running out of air maybe
To those fakes I erased the smile
I'm going out, I'm going out