Текст и перевод песни LITTLE FLACKO feat. Gringo & Jay Max - Gps

Gps

Gringo
Jay Max

Me tiras un GPS que yo voy por vos
Sueños fuera e' ley, mami son mis flows (slit)
Sólo quería ca$h y perdí tu voz (yeah yeah)
Sigo hasta no ver, me quedé sin dormir (que)

A las 6 de la mañana (yeah,yeah)
Me llama al celular
Que quiere una vez más
Pero sigo smoking rama (oh my god)
Con los mios en el game
En el party otra vez
Nena ya no quiero drama (no more drama)
Sabe que yo siempre cumplo mis palabras (na na na)
Pero nena estas muy mal acostumbrada
Nena ya no quiero dramas
Baby sorry, baby sorry, ya no quiero drama

Oh, no more drama

Sorry babe no quiero with you
Si me buscan le digo encontrame por YouTube
Si me busca sabe que yo siempre tengo el plug
Somos los mas renombrados en el club, en el club

Te ví bajo la lluvia y me quedé perdido
Me sentí que de todo estaba confundido
Es que tanto mambo me tiene en lo mío
Y sigo en lo mío, baby convencido
Metido en un lío, zurda como Lío (Messi)
Si ellos están mordio' y no saben que hacer
Trap con mis amigos, fuck mis enemigos
Soy como su tío, les doy de comer

Se que a ella le gustan las sorpresas
Se que si me llama y no responde ella nunca me contesta
Se que es lo que piensa ma
Que las fotos que dejamos yo las veo y no me hace mal
Vámonos de fiesta
Que ahí nadie regresa
Me encuentran en tu pieza, ah
Pero ella nunca dice na, ah
Es que la noche me tienta
Ando fresco como menta
Y ella nunca dice na, ah
Muchas perras en mi celular, ah
Tiran de iPhones por el Instagram
Hey, uh
Muchos textos por el Instagram

Ou, sku sku, damn
Huelo a nuevo, visto rico, fumo rico, chingo rico
No me creen? Que bonito
Yo lo hago desde chiquito
Si hace falta nena te lo explico
Resolvemos todo con amor
Mil problemas abajo del colchón
Lo siento, me fuí con otra hoe
Re loco en el party
Me siento Ronaldo
Jugando en el Barsa, recién retirao'
Nena lo que tengo, lo tengo pagao'
Ya no tengo nada y lo tengo costeao'

Me tira GPS, delira solo gas
I got no límites, rocker as Jimmie H
Le quieren dar el "end, me mira ¿y que me ves?
Nigga fatal lo que vende
Esa shorty lo bajaba con las pills men
Ellos siguen de copiado, sigo fresh ves?
Cada día que ha pasado, make snow my bro
Sale malo y se ve feo,
Eso no es malianteo, si después los veo llorando de nuevo
Fekas los jozeo, poli la picheo, putas en mareos
Saben ni le creo, pero cuando viene con su cara a saludarme
Quiero feat, quiero weed, soy un G mmm
No lo se, lo jozeo, uh
Me di cuenta que le falta calle
Quieren drama? Nigga soy savage
En la city bendecida, magic

Los collares en mi cuello me pesan
Dejo la money arriba la mesa
Termino lo mío y lo hago de vuelta
Hablan de trap psando los 30
Firman contrato y no sirven de na'
Estamos de rally like Colin McRae
A 300 en la nave como Carlo Sainz
Lo poco que viven y se quieren matar

Tengo la banda cuidando la casa
Si me persiguen o si me amenazan
Estamos bien dripping, tenemos la salsa
Tenemos reales y vendemos las falsas
Tenemos reales y vendemos las falsas
Ja ja ja ja ja

Gringo
Jay Max
Jano en los controles

Gps

Gringo
Jay Max

You throw me a GPS that I'm coming for you
Dreams outside the law, Mommy are my flows (slit)
I just wanted to ca$h and I lost your voice (yeah yeah)
I keep on till I don't see, I ran out of sleep (that)

At 6 in the morning (yeah, yeah)
He calls me on the cell phone
That he wants one more time
But I still smoking rama (oh my god)
With mine in the game
At the party again
Baby I don't want drama anymore (no more drama)
He knows that I always keep my words (na na na)
But baby you're so used to it
Baby I don't want dramas anymore
Baby sorry, baby sorry, I don't want drama anymore

Oh, no more drama

Sorry babe I don't want with you
If they are looking for me I say find me on YouTube
If you are looking for me you know that I always have the plug
We are the most renowned in the club, in the club

I saw you in the rain and I got lost
I felt that everything was confused
Is that so much mambo has me in my
And I'm still on my own, baby convinced
Messed up, left-handed like Mess (Messi)
If they are bitten' and don't know what to do
Trap with my friends, fuck my enemies
I'm like their uncle, I feed them

I know she likes surprises
I know that if she calls me and doesn't answer she never answers me
I know that's what Ma thinks
That the photos we left I see them and it doesn't hurt me
Let's party
That no one returns there
They find me in your piece, ah
But she never says na, ah
Is that the night tempts me
I'm fresh as a mint
And she never says na, ah
A lot of bitches on my cell phone, ah
iPhones are being pulled by Instagram
Hey, uh
Lots of texts on Instagram

Ou, sku sku, damn
I smell new, I look good, I smoke good, I fuck good
Don't you believe me? How nice
I've been doing it since I was little
If it takes baby I'll explain it to you
We solve everything with love
A thousand problems under the mattress
Sorry, I left with another hoe
Crazy at the party
I feel Ronaldo
Playing at Barsa, just retired'
Baby what I got, I got to pay'
I don't have anything anymore and I have it costeao'

He throws GPS at me, he's delirious just gas
I got no limits, rocker as Jimmie H
They want to give him the "end, look at me and what do you see me?
Nigga fatal what he sells
That shorty was taking it down with the pills men
They're still copying, I'm still fresh... see?
Every day that has passed, make snow my bro
It comes out bad and looks ugly,
That's not being mean, if I see them crying again later
Fekas the jozeo, cop the picheo, whores in dizziness
You know I don't even believe him, but when he comes with his face to greet me
I want feat, I want weed, I'm a G mmm
I don't know, I jozeo it, uh
I noticed that he is missing street
Do you want drama? Nigga I'm savage
In the blessed city, magic

The necklaces on my neck are weighing me down
I leave the money up the table
I finish mine and I do it back
They talk about trap psando los 30
They sign a contract and they don't serve as na'
We're rallying like Colin McRae
At 300 on the ship like Carlo Sainz
How little they live and want to kill each other

I've got the band taking care of the house
If they chase me or if they threaten me
We're dripping fine, we've got the sauce
We have real ones and we sell the fake ones
We have real ones and we sell the fake ones
Yes yes yes yes

Gringo
Jay Max
Jano en los controles