Pretty Boy Lyrics English Translation by Dei V
Listen up, God
A bandit isn’t the one
Who says everything he does
Or tells everything he hears
A bandit is the one who goes out to hustle day and night
To be able to put daily bread on the table for his family
Not everything is how they tell it
Nor how you hear it
Here the goal is the same every single day
Keep making money
Without letting the real partying die down
We’re here for the money
But we don’t fear the war
I go for the money
And I don’t wait for it
I’m a hustler
A product of my environment
If I die tomorrow
That’s part of the game
Tell my fans
That I love them
I work all night long
And I go to bed when the rooster crows
I’ve got a couple pesos saved up
Just in case I slip up
Wherever the money is
That’s where I’ll find it
Pretty boy, my bitches look like they’re from Medellín
And the hustlers on the corner
Are shooting dice
And my hitmen are out there hunting
Be careful
With that tough guy act
Because here it’s not about being the handsomest
It’s about being the wisest
Smokeup gang, the ones with the dribbles
You’ve seen it in the bio
They know I’m the one with the flavor
The one who doesn’t fail
The crew in the Sumos
And in the Piaggios
We roll out 20 cars deep with the shorties and the sticks
And I’m gonna change my name to Hugo
Because I’m the Boss
Check out the fit, it’s hot
Give it a closeup
Get money all I do is stack up
And all these babies wanna fuck
Because they saw the swag
And the movie with the punchline
This life has made me sin
Forgive me, God, if I killed him
That was so they’d respect me
Before you try it
You better think twice
Sincerely, the ones from the bridge
I got my baby’s tits done
And I paid for the Palestinian’s too
We arrive making noise
On the KTMs and the Rhinos
We got back everything we invested
We rose up through sheer hard work
And I’ve done everything
But I regret nothing
And if one day I go inside
It’ll be quietly, like Tempo
Don’t be giving me advice
If you’re not an example
What I don’t know
I just make it up
So they can tell me the story
I tell the story
And I’ve done everything
But I regret nothing
And if one day I go inside
It’ll be quietly, like Tempo
Don’t be giving me advice
If you’re not an example
What I don’t know
I just make it up
I work all night long
And I go to bed when the rooster crows
I’ve got a couple pesos saved up
Just in case I slip up
Wherever the money is
That’s where I’ll find it
Pretty boy, my bitches look like they’re from Medellín
And the hustlers on the corner
Are shooting dice
And my hitmen are out there hunting
Be careful
With that tough guy act
Because here it’s not about being the handsomest
It’s about being the wisest
You won’t see me snitching
Or any of that, but watch the ghosting
With me, ’cause you could die
You’ve seen the credentials
The one with the VVS diamonds, damn
The one with the babies trending, I’m gone