Quiero más Lyrics English Translation by La Pantera
Yeah, hahaha (Grr, pu-pu-pu-pu)
Haha, haha, hahaha (Grr, pu-pu-pu-pu, fuck)
Hahahaha, fuck (Pu-pu-pu-pu)
Melt the fat, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Pa-pa-pa)
I barely even write anymore, barely even smoke, I don’t step in the studio if I don’t have a hit (A hit)
We ain’t skinny no more, Pana and La Joya eat your whole net worth on a feature (Grr)
I’ll cut my dick off if the album I drop when I take off the ski mask doesn’t blow up
I want more, I want more, I want more (Fuck), I want more, I want more (Fuck), I want more, I want more ki, hahaha
I want more stacks of beanie, fuck
I want more bills, more miles (Yeah)
Yeah, more contracts, more asses spinning on me (Yeah)
I want more houses, more cars, more dough (Boom)
I want a diamond stuck in the display case
They’re copies, they just print me, bro (Please, please, fuck)
What are you up to? If you’re obscene, we put your (Rra)
And we erase your tattoos, with nothing but soap and shampoo, ha (Grr)
So you know who I am, and see the piece of shit you are
I lived at the top and I lived in the trap, you weren’t in either one, haha
I’m winning, if I put them on all fours, I make them do wheelies (Pum)
I’m a Rex, y’all are Willy, your homies are pets, mine are killers, ha
Wa-Wa-Wa-Wait, bu-bu-bu-bu, money and honey, I’m Winnie The Pooh (Krr)
I got the route and a brother with an AK who’s dying to empty the scythe, ha (Hahaha)
I went to bed broke and woke up the freshest dude in Spain, yeah (Yeah)
I’m overweight with aura, I do push-ups with your girl on my back
I’m writing my life, and I live in an R34 Skyline, yeah
I don’t have time to enjoy this, but I can’t let the wave fall
I’m Pelé, the stadiums do the wave for me (Krr), my island loves me, the hoes adore me
Your girl admires me, the moment is now, bro, and they come by themselves (Prr)
The women, the views, and the thots come by themselves, like the stacks
They come by themselves like success after the work, fuck
I barely even write anymore, barely even smoke, I don’t step in the studio if I don’t have a hit (¡Prra!)
We ain’t skinny no more, Pana and La Joya eat your whole net worth on a feature (¡Grra!)
I’ll cut my dick off if the album I drop when I take off the ski mask doesn’t blow up
I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more ki, hahaha
I-I got money in the bank with no direction, yeah (Pu-pu-pu-pu)
I got 100 keys in the bank, fuck, haha
I don’t even know how we did it, but we did it (¡Prr!)
And now that we’re on top, we don’t appreciate where we climbed from, fuck (Ah)
Damn money, it’s turning me into my idol (¡Pla!)
Blessed ambition, it mutated my destiny (¡Krr!)
But close the window, ’cause I’m jumping, yeah
Not depressed, but my ego makes me feel like I can fly (Yeah)
I’m at home tripping, seems like it can actually happen, yeah
I’m becoming bipolar, I love this shit, but I can smell that I’m gonna get tired of it (¡Prra!)
(Pu-pu-pu-pu, fuck)
Yeah
(Pu-pu-pu-pu, fuck)
Yeah
(¡Grra!)
Yeah, fuck
Yeah (¡Grr!)
(Pu-pu-pum, yeah)
(Pu-pu-pum, yeah)