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A2P Lyrics In English – BLESSD
This is from PR to Colombia
From Santurce to Medellín, son of a bitch
I’m not the crazy mind
What a joke
Blessed, partner (420)
A Roleta, two Cartiers, and soon I’ll buy the AP
We left the neighborhood, I didn’t see you here (Ah-ah-ah)
His movie is not being from the street (Street), you can’t even see that on Netflix (No)
The guns that you shoot (Pew-pew-pew!) are in Warzone by clicking (Haha; ah-ah-ah)
We walk on fire like Balboa maintained in the ring (The ring)
Do not believe that you are immortal, that here all of you can die (Die; ah-ah-ah)
Here we erase their faces (Cara), like in the NBA the Shaquille boards
You think you are Chapo Guzmán, and you don’t even reach Joaquín (No, no)
And I have money (Money), money, I have mine (Oh-oh)
And it is not temporary (No), because God blessed me
Luxuries (Hey), jewelry, I’m rich
Party, yachts, Miami Beach
Sex, drugs and a couple of bitches (Los Diablo’ ‘e Llorens, hijueputa, YOVNGCHIMI)
I am blessed as an archangel, that’s why they call me “La Maravish” (It’s the Money Wayy, Los Diablo’)
Spending money on clothes, I’m always with Los Diablo exploiting Louis V (Gang)
Gucci, designer of the outfits, inside the store the glopeta’ with switch (De designer; prr)
Couple of haters who want to try me (Shh), but they don’t have ammunition to touch me (They don’t, brr)
In the street with eighty bastards, with the gunmen and with all the bosses (Los Diablo and Llorens, son of a bitch)
We have money, now we do whatever I want (Whatever I want)
The jobs from Colombia, PR out there (Ah; show me)
In diamanta’o we formed a shootout (A shootout, son of a bitch)
I took the chains and the AP out of the refrigerator (AP)
Cartiere’ two tone’, I am not God, I am missing’ and I do not forgive (Today I ask your forgiveness)
This is Glizzy Gang, I get down and detonate them (Glizzy Gang)
Buying clothes with what I crown (Glizzy, Glizzy, Glizzy; ah-ah)
In the chains ‘120 (120), fifty in the twenty that I have in my teeth’ (Eh)
On stage with thirty crazy people
To’s empistolao’, I don’t do choir with people (Los Diablo’)
The kilo cone in Medallo
We buy it at cost and sell it for twenty (Real dope boys; ah)
They die if we go out front
They are not going to tell how the AK feels (It feels; rrr)
Sex, drugs, the kids, the guns (Gun; ah)
The demonio’ (Demon), the strippers (Strippers), foreign cars, the motora’ (Las motora’)
Combining the drip with the glope and the fullete sticks with drum and grip (The fullete sticks)
The wrist and neck below zero, Cartier in the hand and also the AP
Hey, a presidential role like Kennedy
In hand a bottle of Hennessy
The blacklist has a couple of enemies
My whore and I are one like Gemini (Gemini)
That R-15 is my girlfriend, I caress her when I shoot her (Rra)
I know that those toads hate me, but they see me and call me “brother”
And I’m already tired of all these kids who are playing at being a bug (Ay)
If I have a brother, they can even blow off your mustache with a gun.
I remember when I was in Artigas I posted with the grams of cripy on the block
Now I am blessed like Blessed in Medallo putting luca’ in the pot
And I am on note, but it is not the one about acids
Those who underestimate are the ones who die quickly (Nah)
And all the rifles I have are automatic
I leave them on his face, manic mode (Rrr)
These minors who now want to be artists
But they don’t break the tracks, they were born for fans
They lost sight of me a long time ago
Lyricist and terrorist and with the unfriendly toads
A Roleta, two Cartiers, and soon I’ll buy the AP
We left the neighborhood, I didn’t see you here
His movie is not being from the street, you can’t even see that on Netflix
The guns that you shoot are in Warzone by clicking (Click, click)
And I have money (Money), money, I have mine (Oh-oh)
And it is not temporary (No), because God blessed me
Luxuries (Hey), jewelry, I’m rich
Party, yachts, Miami Beach (Ayy)
Sex, drugs and a couple of bitches (Ooh; ah-ah)
I am blessed as an archangel, that’s why they call me “La Maravish” (Ayy)
I spent a brick on my feet, homie, still got a stick on me, look like a lick, don’t it? Yes Yes
Truck got the tint on it, five percent on it, livin’ like Tony, yeah, yeah
Ran from the police all damn day, brand new J’s, what what?
Now life crazy, havin’ my way, freaks on the way tryna have my baby
Really the littest, she Spanish, I hit it, the language hit different, mami
Really the realst, you come ’round and feel it, now tell me I’m trippin’, homie
Dick in the Glock, brand new Glock (Yeah), only time that it’s in a box, yeah
Dope in the pot, stir it ’til it lock, push it up the block, then make your profit
Uh, uh, uh, coupe hold two, but you know I break the rules like school, mmm, uh, uh
7.62 when we shoot 62 and you, uh, uh, uh (Prr, prr)
In Colombia, nigga, don’t
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