40 DE DICIEMBRE Lyrics English Translation by Blessd
(feat. CARABIN3, GeezyDee, Kris R., TURY, Young Fatty)
Money Makers
You ask if I’m always on point? Always
And lit like a piñata ’til the 40th of December
A little gift for one and another for a grieving heart
She says she’s going to the novena, that one’s not lying
Today I don’t leave without the pistol, my love, tonight you won’t sleep alone
These cravings for vagina control me
I already dumped the rookie and that means (Ooh) I’m fresh from head to toe, from the iron to the cap
Here everything arrives in packages, from the drugs down to the finest
The car’s got two holes, it’s the fault of the shootout (Prr)
If the chick is out of line, I’ll give the dude a beating
I don’t get fake, bro, look at this sole
Your blessing, dear mother, I’m hitting the streets (Amen)
Today I do it up right, I’m a wild one where I fail
I wake up in Ibiza even if the little chick gets mad at me
I go out and melt the taco so the old year explodes
Moteling with your woman giving her head, dude, nito, all the time
Rocking a new little surgery and some eight-inch heels, pure piraña pro max
There are no weak ones here and we fry up a bomb for the premiere of ’24 (Haha)
One whore, bro? No, I want two
A big bag for the girls, brought to you by the Baby Jesus
The small bills are for throwing, the two-hundred ones (Ey)
When I was born, the first outfit the old man bought was Hugo Boss
You ask if I’m always on point? Always (Yuck)
And lit like a piñata ’til the 40th of December
A little gift for one and another for a grieving heart
She says she’s going to the novena, that one’s not lying
You ask if I’m always on point? Always
And lit like a piñata ’til the 40th of December
A little gift for one and another for a grieving heart
She says she’s going to the novena, that one’s not lying
Today I get drunk, fight, and brawl (Yeah)
I swear to God I’ll snort it all if I don’t get laid tonight
A little Christmas bonus, a YZ or a JP
Or if he acts crazy, we freeze Santa’s sleigh
So there are gifts for everyone, for the whole block
Whoever’s not with the crew should bounce, if there’s a problem, I kick like a goat
The chicks for the bonus, I operate on them, I don’t want any flat ones
Old man who parties for the noise, don’t copy, a dog that bites doesn’t bark
Come here, we light candles and I also light up that dude
Close down the block, the pig-out lasts from Friday to Sunday
I’m just looking for the kid, slip up and I’ll mark her
I held a raffle to see which one I’d fight, you won, my love, bingo
I don’t forget the old year because it left me some very good chicks
You ask if I look on point? Always (Huh?)
And lit like a piñata ’til the 40th of December
A little gift for one and another for a grieving heart
She says she’s going to the novena, that one’s not lying
As you can see, my brother, you don’t know what style is
I possess, the tips for conquest, or what?
E-E-Everything’s cool, everything’s fine
The Versace van, the Valentino floors
I cover my face like the Chinese guy does
And your chicks tell me I dress divine (Cool, my love)
I buy merch for all my people ’cause it’s December
I close the block and celebrate with aguardiente
The street is burning up, the neighborhood is hot
But I’m not worried, this is my people’s zone
Check the bonus, take it to your man
While I smoke a blunt with José Candela
The thing is dope, the vibe is cool
We lost the keys, but we didn’t embarrass ourselves
Chill, smoke, herb, weed
You know, mami, everything you need
At the spot, come on, it’s on me
But at night you let loose that little thing for me
I’m fresh, get your money
I copped the Jordans on Farfetch
And I put pockets in the Nike Tech for the master’s
From the video of the wreck I’m gonna make myself some merch
And look at all the haters, I’m not gonna get stressed
Stocking and stocking, I look like those rich boys
Don’t jack my plug, and don’t even count the robberies
I’m a go-getter, a real tough guy
And if they catch me by surprise it’s ’cause I looked too skinny
From the Baby Jesus I asked for a Springfield Echelon
And a line of whores on Shen Long’s body
Calimeñas combs to style even the girls from Canecalón
And a super wad in my pocket so it looks like a traffic jam
You ask if I’m always on point? Always
And lit like a piñata ’til the 40th of December
A little gift for one and another for a grieving heart
She says she’s going to the novena, that one’s not lying
The motherfucking piñata, I’m partying all year long
I don’t repeat a single outfit, I wear new stuff every day
If they messed up the stew, we send in the brawlers
I’m hitting it in the room while the “Come, Come, Come” plays
The whores are already paid for, whoever doesn’t pitch in is a fag
I take her to Motivos, there I make it quick
It doesn’t matter if you have a boyfriend, mami, what does that mean?
The 24th with me, the 31st with the friend
Shooting powder with bullet, the draco makes the cars rumble
The Baby Jesus put two whores under the tree for me
Freshly showered and smelling good, I filled the jar with Santal
If the dick is getting on my last nerve, I stand up to him
You ask if I’m always on point? Always
And lit like a piñata ’til the 40th of December
A little gift for one and another for a grieving heart
She says she’s going to the novena, that one’s not lying
Monja, don’t got mercy on these niggas
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