Subieron Las Ventas Lyrics English Translation by Cris MJ
(feat. Bryant Myers)
Sales are up
They can’t get into the 17
I got crazy friends who’d wreck you
They shake your hand and then talk ***, they’re two-faced
The one who makes things up gets dead, we roll up to the club with more than eighty
I got brothers locked up, others on the run
Moving the product, a damn eleven
The sun comes out after the storm
We ain’t at Disney, but the sticks are Mickey
The *** got an ass like Nicki
The codeine with the flyppy, I’m smoking more than a hippie
Drugged up, doing two hundred in the GT
They’re green with envy ’cause I stopped, they don’t wanna see me doin’ well
‘Cause at my young age, I made it
Sometimes I messed up, I failed too
And thanks to that, I know how great I’ll be
The prices went up
I remember when I had nothin’, when my soul was empty
All that garbage, recording ’til sunrise
To have it all one day, ah, ah
I spend my time adding color to it
Lighting up a blunt, ah, ah
To *** the pain I took an Oxycodone
This is tough, uh, uh
Sales are up
They can’t get into the 17
I got crazy friends who’d wreck you
They shake your hand and then talk ***, they’re two-faced
The one who makes things up gets dead, we roll up to the club with more than eighty
I got brothers locked up, others on the run
Moving the product, a damn eleven
The sun comes out after the storm
They don’t come out if they go in, I don’t take it out, I always keep it outside
Ready in case somethin’ was to go down
A quick death won’t wait for you
But quicker are these long ones
The storm arrives and the sun won’t stop shining
One thing is the 40 and another is for you to take a break ***
I ain’t got a mind for love, I’m into crime
I break ’em all, I’m the white ball on the billiard table
I’m *** off, don’t come to me with ***
If you try to mess with me, I’ll wreck you in one
I got my crew in La Serena and in the capital
They don’t blow it up and say they’re gonna take me down
Go ahead and make things up
And I’ll steal your jobs and we sell ’em without a brand
I don’t hang with the fake crew, unless they give me trouble
In Carola I walk with the old heads and the new