Текст и перевод песни Kaydy Cain feat. DARKSIDE777 & Hugo Douster - Putos

Putos

Fumao con los ojos chinos
El pañuelo palestino
Lo conjunto con Moschino
Las putas me ven divino

Me tatuo sin sentido
Dios nunca contó conmigo
Todo Versace fuck Migos
Tu hablando mientras yo vivo

Stai hablando mentre io vivo
Ho una puta in intimo versace, sembra i Migos
Soldi in tasca, sembra che ho venduto un chilo
Soldi in tasca, sembra che abbia in tasca un libro

Alzo soldi da un disco, alzavamo soldi in strada
Ancora non so quali preferisco
Arrivo a España all aeroporto, fanculo un uber
Mi vengono a prendere traficantes, pusher

Pagando multas en hoteles
Por fumar y partir teles
El piso lleno de nieve
Dentro de mi cuarto llueve

Mis putas todas lo mueven
Sacan leche y se la beben
Tu quieres pero no puedes
Ponerte Hermes y Loewe

The type of money we are doing on strip clubs
The type of money we spending on clothes, jewelry and stuff like that
That money can be useful

Tirando dinero, encima de tu puta
Comprando cosas caras, que casi ni me gustan
La puta más choni, las puta más trendy
Tienen enfadada, mi mochila fendi

Cocaina y modelos, kilos y camellos
Cinieron a matarme y casi mato uno de ellos
Libertad vigilada, una puñalada
Agarrame las manos, aunque esten esposadas

Mami el barrio caliente, pila de delincuente′
Si has hecho algo malo loco no me lo cuentes
Aquí la mierda se siente, no solo se huele
Y ya no se quita de la calle, ni aunque llueve

Dos cadenas lleva Molly y dos hoes
Vetements, Ferragamo y Gucci ghost
Llevo las converse x Comme des Garçons
Manchadas de sangre de hacer el cabrón

Fumao con los ojos chinos
El pañuelo palestino
Lo conjunto con Moschino
Las putas me ven divino

Me tatuo sin sentido
Dios nunca contó conmigo
Todo Versace fuck Migos
Tu hablando mientras yo vivo

Putos

High off of the China eyes
Palestinian scarf with it
Couple that with Moschino
Bitches find me divine

Getting tattoos just 'cause
God never had a plan for me
Everything Versace, fuck Migos
You talking, I'm living

You talking while I'm living
I got a bitch in Versace underwear, looks like Migos
Pockets full of money, looks like I sold a brick
Pockets full of money, seems like I got a book in my pocket

Made money from an album, we used to make money on the streets
I still don't know which I prefer
I arrive in Spain at the airport, fuck an Uber
Drug dealers, pushers come pick me up

Paying fines in hotels
For smoking and breaking TVs
The floor is covered in snow
It's raining inside my room

My bitches are shaking it
They milk it and drink it
You want to but you can't
Put on Hermes and Loewe

The type of money we are doing on strip clubs
The type of money we spending on clothes, jewelry and stuff like that
That money can be useful

Throwing money on your bitch
Buying expensive shit I barely even like
The trashiest bitches, the trendiest bitches
They have my Fendi backpack big mad

Cocaine and models, kilos and drug dealers
They came to kill me and I almost killed one of them
Probation, a stab wound
Hold my hands even if they're in handcuffs

Baby the hood is hot, lots of criminals
If you did something wrong, don't tell me
The shit can be felt here, not just smelled
And it doesn't get off the streets, even if it rains

Molly has two chains and two hoes
Vetements, Ferragamo and Gucci ghost
I'm wearing the Converse x Comme des Garçons
Stained with blood from being a badass

High off of the China eyes
Palestinian scarf with it
Couple that with Moschino
Bitches find me divine

Getting tattoos just 'cause
God never had a plan for me
Everything Versace, fuck Migos
You talking, I'm living