Vico C Pregúntale A Tu Papá Por Mí Lyrics English Translation
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Come on up, come on up
Oh
When Papa lion enters the jungle to’ they get scared
Enter alpha monkey, the other monkeys adjust
Lead from my pencil so that they don’t show
And Indian filita that go toitos pa’ mi bootcamp
If they bite me, that’s how they look for the hole
There is no hierarchy to deal with this stuff
And the crux or the one, that I don’t have ink for ‘ this muddle
With to’ and number I pass them like little basket’ and chicken
Little urbanite star, let me explain
Why my stink is too much for your partitions
It’s just that I’m hip-hop and yours smells like chewing gum
You spit strawberry, I spit pique
And what do you want, that I explain it to you again, Quique?
That I heat up more than the still
When I see expenses and waste for ‘disquito’ and tickets
With a plastic and ‘content that pa’ me is not worth a nickel
And what do you want, for me to tell you about Bereta?
To tell you that I have three dead people in the van?
That I have a shotgun, that I have two cousins in La ñeta
And what of your fantasy turns me into a puppet?
I’m not afraid to toe my line
To say what is necessary without envy
To tell them that if a forty-year-old sings sex to the youngest in my family
Pa’ me is a paedophile mouthpiece
For the eighties, Broski
You were so under that my voice sounded like walkie-talkie
But since the nineties, Broski
I’m the one who when he opens his beak scares more than Chucky
Alita’e Kentucky, what happened?
I’m shorter than a secret but I’m not a jockey here
And to ‘find my equivalent
You have to leave for a fictional world and meet Rocky, wah
Just the way I put it or propose it to me doesn’t do anything, letra monga
Mine is God’s, with this one I give my round
And I put more fire through your chest
Than the one you mess with the bonga yourself
Take care I haven’t sounded for a long time
Because I am a bear that winters, not a tired bull
I’m already out of the cave, so little sniffs’
Hunting season for the one who has been looking for it
And take care that the years have passed
But I have more stamina than an imperial baby
I clench more than the jaw of a pit bull enablao
And where the shark swims, the cod scuttles
Look who’s here and takiti pa’ ti, don’t you know who?
Ask your dad about me
Meto tinta vuela catrueca from the eighty three
The origin of your lamp put it down to me, pai
Look who’s here and takiti pa’ ti, don’t you know who?
Ask your dad about me
From the V, to the I and up to the C CO
Come down snot, take shore when I pass by
Nonsense of my art, you want society to exalt you
Spitting orgy from Tuesday to Tuesday
Knowing that your own daughter is going to listen to you
Do you think I’m going to give you a recognition of valuing yourself?
Put things aside
Either you sing to me to ‘show me something or you just sing to me to’ jartarte
Tell me, how do you think I should talk to you?
If from every topic you bring up there are a million girls who split
Cocotazo with love but by hand’ with mitten
More chaotic than the fall of Constantinople
My pen doesn’t fly even when King Kong blows it
For it has a weight to which not even your lamp fits
Pass this cup, I recommend it, it damages clothes
Run when I tease my cock with my chopa mouth
Pass this cup, advice for you, for your troops
I have Sharpie with wind-up doll
From the lyric ‘I made you soup not to make you crazy
That even a little, you grow when your neurons touch
With my siriñoco, with my coco romper
To be a sex symbol that doesn’t mind being called a “Booger”
Go to the latrine when I put it in the Chinese
That you’re going to get up to the hemoglobin
One thousand five hundred Sony can be put together with two hundred Pina
And they do nothing but my cryptomycin
This medicine whose chemistry puts you down from the serve
So pure that there is no narco to pack it
You threw a slowball because you didn’t know who was coming to bat
And here I am giving you a sickness
Checkmate shot at the reggaetonero
That I don’t know that of rhythms I have more options than the Fortnightly
Watch out for the mero mero, bochinchero
That I am worth more for my argument than for having been the first
Look who’s here and takiti pa’ ti, don’t you know who?
Ask your dad about me
Meto tinta vuela catrueca from the eighty three
The origin of your lamp put it down to me, pai
Look who’s here and takiti pa’ ti, don’t you know who?
Ask your dad about me
From the V, to the I and up to the C CO
Come down snot, take shore when I pass by
Take care
What are you going to do for my bootcamp
