Текст песни KILLY GIPSY - JC Reyes , Russ Millions

(Three, two, three, eight, four, four, four, five)
(Fuck with the opps, get hit with a hot band, hot band, hot band)
(Here for a good time, not for a long time)
(Milly Milly, te paso el trapo, empapo y saco pa' buscar saco)

Russian, shawty shake her bunda pronto
Straight out the blue like Smiley and Cole
Russ gets out of control
Man I wrote that style and everyone knows
Bad gyal, she's drivin' the boat
She likes it, when I'm grabbin' her throat
Her friends on me, I'm dickin' 'em both

Click-clap, boom, dispara la Glock
Cala bomba, clow, y sobra de flow
Y no hacemo' show
Si te vacío los 32
Quiero dinero encima de lo' culo'
(Culo, culo, culo)
De la mami chula, un chulo
No se lo mama a ningún patrón

Secret, secretly gyal, give me the rum-rum, murder
Killing me, mash up the pom-pom, gun in my bag
Got a set in my waist with Berger, man, I can't get him to take
My mamacita's calling me "Papi"
Holding me down and it's making me happy
Two for a gun, they could never catch up
Murder the pum-pum, pussy, get my shot

Milly Milly, te paso el trapo
Empapo y saco pa' buscar saco
Quiero un kilo, me llamo Paco
Andamo' detrás de los taco'
Le estoy dando duro a esa chapa
Pero inteligente del casco
Etamo' contando millones
No quiero volver a verme flaco

Three, two, three, eight, four, four, four, five
Start with the opps, get hit with hot band
I need a Draco, I need a carbine
Here for a good time, not for a long time
Three, two, three, eight, four, four, four, five
Start with the opps, get hit with hot band
I need a Draco, I need a carbine
Here for a good time, not for a long time

Y-y-y-y si la saco sabe' que voy a tirar a mata'
Y-y-y-y lo real, siempre reconoce lo real
Y-y-y-y tu mamá no va a querer de que yo la use
Pue' a los doce perdimo' las luce'
Peine' que bajaron, nuevos se los puse