Текст и перевод песни PXXR GVNG - Intro #FreeMolly

Intro #FreeMolly

Yo siempre estaba atras del queso
Libertad pa to mis G's presos
Ron al suelo pa mis G's muertos
Y a mi baby mama un beso
Follando con la puta mas famosa
Le piso en la curva mas peligrosa
Puta puedo convertirte en una diosa
Namas con que te escriba un par de cosas
Diseños caros, Pininfarina
Ese culo vale mas que un coso de farina
Bitchina, pos en la esquina
Loco ven pa aqui, que se estan formando filas
Sniatch, en la calle hay sangre mia
No llames a la ambulancia que traen a la policia
Me rio de la pena, y lloro de alegria
No creo en el sistema, en la trapjaus no se fia
Los niños nacen con ansia
Porque la mama estaba hookea
Olia con la panza y aqui tos quien ser hustler
Porque los papas estaban guillaos y hacian billetes con la grasa
Triste al ver que no me quiere, alegre porque hay mas mujeres
Ya he dejao de hacer billetes, now ain't gonna get it
Puta, las cosas no son siempre como quieres
Mi hermanito comia en los Ryanairs
Punto y cruces, puta, pero no es costura
Los clepticos viniendo a por las posturas
Tratando a esos yonkis como basura
Porque se que me mienten cuando juran
Puta, yo no soy bonico ni lo quiero ser
Yo pago dinero como debe ser
Y ahora cada vez que follo, follo dos biches
Nos estamos haciendo muy que muy riches
Ni triste ni contento guarra, just gettin paper
Me enciendo un porro haze, que parece un bate beisbol
La cuenta al dia, puta, a nadie le debo
Y el dinero me lo fumo, me lo bebo

Intro #FreeMolly

Yo was always after the cheese
Freedom for all my G's locked up
Pour some rum on the ground for my dead G's
And a kiss for my baby mama
Fucking the most famous whore
I smash her on the most dangerous curve
Baby, I can turn you into a goddess
Just by writing you a couple of things
Expensive designs, Pininfarina
That ass is worth more than a bag of flour
Bitch, stand on the corner
Crazy man, come here, the lines are forming
Sniatch, there's my blood on the street
Don't call an ambulance, they'll bring the police
I laugh at the pain and cry with joy
I don't believe in the system, I don't trust the trap
Kids are born with a desire
Because their mother was hooked
She sniffed while pregnant and now everyone here wants to be a hustler
Because their fathers were fucked up and made money with drugs
Sad when I see she doesn't love me, happy because there are more women
I've stopped making money, now ain't gonna get it
Bitch, things aren't always the way you want them
My little brother ate in the Ryanairs
Dots and crosses, bitch, but it's not sewing
The kleptos coming for the poses
Treating those junkies like trash
Because I know they're lying when they swear
Bitch, I'm not pretty and I don't want to be
I pay money the way it should be paid
And now every time I fuck, I fuck two bitches
We're getting very, very rich
Neither sad nor happy, bitch, just getting paper
I light a haze blunt, it looks like a baseball bat
The account is up to date, bitch, I don't owe anyone
And I smoke the money, I drink the money