Текст и перевод песни Thxuzz - Kilos & Kilos (feat. Putodiparis)

Kilos & Kilos (feat. Putodiparis)

Kilos & Kilos no meu porta mala
Quero esse ghost, mas levo de opala
Ela quer sentar na onda da bala (na onda da bala, na onda da bala)

BB meu cinto, designer minha calça
Atiro no nego ele dança igual valsa
Olha minha bitch quer Tiffany & Lala (quer Tiffany & Lala)

De Nike Tech não Balenciaga
Talento raro sua grana não paga
Molho essa bitch flow limpo igual água

Invejoso disse que eu não era nada
Se tu valesse algo hoje eu comprava
Bad bitch ela joga na cara (bitch)

Tô jogando igual Los Angeles Lakers
Suas rimas são fake (são fake, são fake)
Grana estica como Jake, quero Guap e quero Fetti

Minha shawty ela é minha baby
Passa a branca que nem Hailey (coca)
Fap canta mais que o Drake
Quebro o nego como break

Atrás do dinheiro corro igual Kanté
Só pra ver as horas no Audemars Piguet
Lacoste morde me sinto René (glock)
Da meu brinquedo de furar Moncler
Meu mano eu juro eu já andei descalço
Hoje eu piso fofo com esse 12 molas (Nike)
Vlone Thug sou minha própria tropa
É só designer eu que faço a moda

(Eu que faço a moda, eu que faço a moda)

Kilos & Kilos no meu porta mala
Quero esse ghost, mas levo de opala
Ela quer sentar na onda da bala (na onda da bala, na onda da bala)

BB meu cinto, designer minha calça
Atiro no nego ele dança igual valsa
Olha minha bitch quer Tiffany & Lala (quer Tiffany & Lala)

De Nike Tech não Balenciaga
Talento raro sua grana não paga
Molho essa bitch flow limpo igual água

Invejoso disse que eu não era nada
Se tu valesse algo hoje eu comprava
Bad bitch ela joga na cara (bad)

Bad bitch, ela joga na cara
Glocks, AR cantando igual Nara
Quero uma bitch safada igual Sasha (bitch)
No meu panin' joguei black do Jaca

Minha Slimesita quer jóias de prata
Puto é plomo, minha glock é plata
Dentro da Bentley tem cargas na mala
E esses kit querendo meu feat

Quero Lacoste, Givenchy, CC
Faço de Coldre o cinto da BB
Ganho dinheiro me sinto B.G
Ficou de exemplo igual o Jojo (plau)

Tropa do mal só tem atirador (plau)
Mexeu com Sosa o Puto te mato
Fiz minha Mac cantar igual J-Lo
Descansa em Paz WC & Fredo

Kilos & Kilos no meu porta mala
Quero esse Ghost, mas levo de opala
Ela quer sentar na onda da bala (na onda da bala, na onda da bala)

BB meu cinto, designer minha calça
Atiro no nego ele dança igual valsa
Olha minha Bitch quer Tiffany & Lala (quer Tiffany & Lala)

De Nike Tech não Balenciaga
Talento raro sua grana não paga
Molho essa Bitch Flow limpo igual água

Invejoso disse que eu não era nada
Se tu valesse algo hoje eu comprava
Bad bitch ela joga na cara (bad)

Kilos & Kilos (feat. Putodiparis)

Kilos & Kilos in my trunk
I want that Ghost, but I'm driving an Opala
She wants to sit on the wave of the bullet (on the wave of the bullet, on the wave of the bullet)

BB is my belt, designer are my pants
I shoot at the dude, he dances like a waltz
Look at my bitch she wants Tiffany & Lala (wants Tiffany & Lala)

From Nike Tech to Balenciaga
Rare talent, your money can't pay for it
I sauce this bitch, flow clean like water

The envious said I was nothing
If you were worth anything, I'd buy you today
Bad bitch she throws it in your face (bitch)

I'm playing like the Los Angeles Lakers
Your rhymes are fake (are fake, are fake)
Money stretches like Jake, I want Guap and I want Fetti

My shawty she's my baby
Passes the white like Hailey (coke)
Fap sings better than Drake
I break the dude like break

I run after money like Kanté
Just to see the time on the Audemars Piguet
Lacoste bites, I feel like René (glock)
Give my toy to pierce Moncler
My man, I swear I used to walk barefoot
Today I step soft with these 12 springs (Nike)
Vlone Thug, I'm my own squad
It's only designer, I make the fashion

(I make the fashion, I make the fashion)

Kilos & Kilos in my trunk
I want that Ghost, but I'm driving an Opala
She wants to sit on the wave of the bullet (on the wave of the bullet, on the wave of the bullet)

BB is my belt, designer are my pants
I shoot at the dude, he dances like a waltz
Look at my bitch she wants Tiffany & Lala (wants Tiffany & Lala)

From Nike Tech to Balenciaga
Rare talent, your money can't pay for it
I sauce this bitch, flow clean like water

The envious said I was nothing
If you were worth anything, I'd buy you today
Bad bitch she throws it in your face (bad)

Bad bitch, she throws it in your face
Glocks, AR singing like Nara
I want a slutty bitch like Sasha (bitch)
In my panin' I threw black from Jaca

My Slimesita wants silver jewelry
Puto is lead, my glock is silver
Inside the Bentley there are loads in the trunk
And these kits wanting my feat

I want Lacoste, Givenchy, CC
I make the BB belt a holster
I make money, I feel like B.G
He became an example like Jojo (plau)

Tropa do mal only has shooters (plau)
You messed with Sosa, Puto will kill you
I made my Mac sing like J-Lo
Rest in peace WC & Fredo

Kilos & Kilos in my trunk
I want that Ghost, but I'm driving an Opala
She wants to sit on the wave of the bullet (on the wave of the bullet, on the wave of the bullet)

BB is my belt, designer are my pants
I shoot at the dude, he dances like a waltz
Look at my bitch she wants Tiffany & Lala (wants Tiffany & Lala)

From Nike Tech to Balenciaga
Rare talent, your money can't pay for it
I sauce this bitch, flow clean like water

The envious said I was nothing
If you were worth anything, I'd buy you today
Bad bitch she throws it in your face (bad)