KHEE LO KHEEE Lyrics English Translation by Luar La L
Dad, it’s been a while since you’ve put it in me
Full Harmony
(Ah-ah)
I’m crazy to really be with you
Hey, mami
Tell me, what’s good?
Don’t ask anymore
What?
What’s good? What’s up? What do you want, ma?
We got bullets and rifles to spare, what caliber do you prefer?
Aim and shoot, she’s a ten, pretty face, dresses in luxury
The suit is Dior, it’s not from Zara
Whoever touches her, I’ll light up their face
And what’s good? What’s up? What do you want, ma?
We got bullets and rifles to spare, what caliber do you prefer?
Aim and shoot, she’s a ten, pretty face, dresses in luxury
The suit is Dior, it’s not from Zara
Whoever touches her, I’ll light up their face
Mmm, so good
What happened, mami?
But I like how you flow
You think so?
Go on, squeeze
What?
You’re here to be squeezed, you don’t apply pressure (Ha)
I squeeze tight like a drawer
One verse from me, that’s a check
The genre is mine, pick up your change, or it’s a mess, prr!
With bullets for anyone who messes with my head (Hehe)
I even got an FN for all these fools who think they have a chest of steel (What?)
Buddy, tell me, I’m in a Bentley, don’t you see the B spinning on the rims? (Don’t you see?)
I light them up so they can’t guess, they’re complaining with the shorty in the jeans
There’s $1,500 in these Valentines (They know), I got the clips running like a movie (The movie)
I don’t see them on the carpet, they’re not Aladdin
No, I’m spending hundreds in the club, red 27 like I’m Blood (For real, baby)
I got Michael Jordan in collab with Glock, I *** them and put on Charlotte (You hear?)
I am the GOAT, you’re fake like these, or I’ll light the MAG on top of the truck
I send another jump shot for the Cybertruck, the sheet metal of their cars looks like Crocs
For all the holes, call the insurance, keep hanging out, that’s where I heal
They can’t plot against the tough ones, this mic makes them dance the Kuduro (Don!)
She wants a movie, I have an R that I never censor
You’re a sickness and with you I get cured
Listening to Romeo, with you I take the risk, what?
What’s good? What’s up? What do you want, ma?
We got bullets and rifles to spare, what caliber do you prefer?
Aim and shoot, she’s a ten, pretty face, dresses in luxury
The suit is Dior, it’s not from Zara
Whoever touches her, I’ll light up their face
And what’s good? What’s up? What do you want, ma?
We got bullets and rifles to spare, what caliber do you prefer?
Aim and shoot, she’s a ten, pretty face, dresses in luxury
The suit is Dior, it’s not from Zara
Whoever touches her, I’ll light up their face, brr