Autor: Letras de Canciones – Lyrics

There was an emptiness I think you met me at a strange time and you anchored me I felt anonymous And you were someone who reminded me who I used to be It had to break, I had to go

(Post Mortem) (Oh) (Oh) Ey, mis opps son medio «opa» Lo fumo con falopa (Falopa) Y si quieren lo que tengo, yo conozco al de la nota Music pa’ la plata (Money), plata pa’ la ropa (Sí) Lucho con demonio’

Ja, El Animal Mami, si está’ fría, ‘toy en la mía para calentarte Pero todavía no le-, no le llegan Porque tiene un pikete cabrón (yao) Tiene un pike-, tiene un pike-, tiene un pike- Tiene un pike-, tiene un

Naija women, got the melanin drippin′ L-O-N-D-O-N, city girl livin’ In the back, lookin′ like fire, chili pepper Yoruba girl tougher than imperial leather He was gettin’ bitter while she was gettin’ better Diamonds are forever Miss Sierra Leone, lookin′

Con los ojos abiertos Me estoy yendo No siento el cuerpo Necesito más tiempo Mi maleta está llena Pero no llevo nada Ni siquiera esas penas Que tanto me preocupaban Hoy no voy a reflexionar O hacerme esperar por nadie

Hot sauce, 깊이 dip that, eh 날 따라 넌 twist that, eh Hot sauce 타오를 때, ooh 입맛대로 골라 ma dish 넌 뭐가 궁금해 나는 너만의 chef (dang!) 이건 너를 위한 plate Yeah, 내가맛 보여 줄게 시간은 충분해 지금 우리

Saludos jóvenes espartanos Bienvenidos a destripando la historia con Pascu y Rodri Hoy os traemos al señor de la guerra, Ares Zeus engendró a un dios sin corazón Un guerrero con ansía y gran valor Ares creció, el odio se

KHEA, yeah (Sike) Lady (No, no, no, no, oh) (No, no, no, no, oh) This is the Big One Me está matando la ansiedad (Ansiedad), siento la necesidad Vives dentro de mi cabeza, pero en mi pieza no estás (No

I get my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit) I get my weed from California (That’s that shit) I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch) I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah,

I caught it bad just today You hit me with a call to your place Ain’t been out in a while anyway Was hopin’ I could catch you throwin’ smiles in my face Romantic talkin’? You don’t even have to

Shout out my nigga Synco (Tuned up) Uh Copped a BMW New deposit, I picked up another bag like, «Fuck it, I’ma count while I’m in it» I hear planes flying, crowds screaming, money counters, chains clanging Shit, I guess

You know you can call me if you need someone I’ll pick up the pieces if you come undone Painting stars up on your ceiling ‘cause you Wish that you could find some feeling, yeah, you You know you can

Said baby, said baby, said baby What you doin’? (What you doin’?) Where you at? (Where you at?) Oh, you got plans? (You got plans?) Don’t say that (shut your trap) I’m sippin’ wine (sip, sip) In a robe (drip,

Astronaut What you know about rolling down in the deep? When your brain goes numb, you can call that mental freeze When these people talk too much, put that shit in slow motion, yeah I feel like an astronaut in