Текст и перевод песни Kaydy Cain feat. Dark Polo Gang & Hugo Douster - Putos

Putos

Fumao′ con los ojos chinos
El pañuelo palestino
Los conjunto con Moschino
La puta me ven divino
Me tatuo sin sentido
Dios nunca contó conmigo
Todo Versace fuck Migos
Tu hablando mientras yo vivo

Fumao' con los ojos chinos
El pañuelo palestino
Los conjunto con Moschino
La puta 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 i soldi da un disco, alzavamo i soldi in strada
Ancora non so quali preferisco
Arrivo in Spagna all′aeroporto, fanculo un Uber
Mi vengono a prendere traficantes e pusher

Pagando multa 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 in these strip clubs
The type of money we spend on these clothes, jewelry and stuff like that, like
That money can be useful

Tirando dinero, encima de tu puta
Comprando cosas caras, que casi ni me gustan
Las putas más chonis, las putas más trendy
Tiene enfadada, mi mochila Fendi
Cocaína y modelos, kilos y camellos
Vinieron a matarme y casi mato uno de ellos
Libertad vigilada, una puñalada
Agarrame las manos, aunque estén esposadas
Mami el barrio caliente, pila de delincuentes
Si haces algo malos, 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 cainas, lleva molly y dos hoes
Vetements, Ferragamo y Gucci ghost
Llevo las converse por Comme des Garcons
Manchadas de sangre de hacer el cabrón

Fumao con los ojos chinos
El pañuelo palestino
Los conjunto con Moschino
La puta me ven divino
Me tatuo sin sentido
Dios nunca contó conmigo
Todo Versace fuck Migos
Tu hablando mientras yo vivo

Putos

I smoke with my narrow eyes
The Palestinian scarf
The Moschino outfits
The bitches think I'm divine
I get meaningless tattoos
God didn't count on me
Versace everything, fuck Migos
You're talking, but I'm the one living

I smoke with my narrow eyes
The Palestinian scarf
The Moschino outfits
The bitches think I'm divine
I get meaningless tattoos
God didn't count on me
Versace everything, fuck Migos
You're talking, but I'm the one living

You're talking, but I'm the one living
I've got a bitch in her Versace underwear, she looks like Migos
Money in my pocket, like I sold a kilo
Money in my pocket, like I've got a book in my pocket
I make money from a record, we used to make money in the streets
I still don't know which one I prefer
I arrive in Spain at the airport, fuck an Uber
Drug dealers and pushers come to pick me up

Paying fines in hotels
For smoking and breaking TVs
The apartment is full of snow
It's raining inside my room
My bitches move it all
They milk themselves and drink it
You want it, but you can't have it
Wearing Hermes and Loewe

The type of money we are making in these strip clubs
The type of money we spend on these clothes, jewelry, and stuff like that, like
That money can be useful

Throwing money at your bitch
Buying expensive things, that I don't even like
The sluttiest and trendiest bitches
My Fendi backpack is pissed off
Cocaine and models, kilos and dealers
They came to kill me and I almost killed one of them
Probation, a stab wound
Hold my hands, even if they are handcuffed
Mama, the neighborhood is hot, full of criminals
If you do something wrong, don't tell me about it
The shit is here, you can feel it, not just smell it
And it won't go away from the streets, even when it rains

Two sluts, with molly and two hoes
Vetements, Ferragamo, and Gucci ghost
I wear the Converse by Comme des Garcons
Stained with blood from acting like a bastard

I smoke with my narrow eyes
The Palestinian scarf
The Moschino outfits
The bitches think I'm divine
I get meaningless tattoos
God didn't count on me
Versace everything, fuck Migos
You're talking, but I'm the one living