Alley Oop Lyrics English Translation by Nigo (featuring Peso Pluma, Duki)
White LeBron, alley oop, smoking with Tyson, peek-a-boo
Another show, déjà vu, how many Lambos? Give me two
Runway, Jimmy Choo, Rollie Datejust 62
Connections flow Bluetooth, from Argentina to Hollywood
White LeBron, alley oop, smoking with Tyson, peek-a-boo
Another show, déjà vu, how many Lambos? Give me two
Runway, Jimmy Choo, Rollie Datejust 62
Connections flow Bluetooth, from Argentina to Hollywood (Duko!)
I look at the Rolex Daytona and time is gold
With a platinum disc, I decorate the office
They want to catch up to me, but I always improve
I want what they all want, and that’s to be the best of all
My life’s a race, but I’m no Meteor (Meteor)
I’m a thief of minutes, I keep them like treasure (Eh)
It’s not that I rush, it’s that the best takes time
Mom’s happy with her house, I see it and get emotional
MVP, I’m ballin’ like Luka
In the VIP, I’m tossing a few bills
The blunt’s lit, no questions asked
I don’t even hit the hotel and I’m already paying the fine (Wuh!)
Here in Paris in an i7, the car goes like a rocket
DHL, packages rain down, pure kush from the West Coast (Rrr!)
Riding the beat like a jockey, New York, I’m Carmelo, number 7
Joints the size of an AK-47 (You got it, babe)
White LeBron, alley oop, smoking with Tyson, peek-a-boo
Another show, déjà vu, how many Lambos? Give me two
Runway, Jimmy Choo, Rollie Datejust 62
Connections flow Bluetooth, from Argentina to Hollywood
White LeBron, alley oop, smoking with Tyson, peek-a-boo
Another show, déjà vu, how many Lambos? Give me two
Runway, Jimmy Choo, Rollie Datejust 62
Connections flow Bluetooth, from Argentina to Hollywood
Big money, my pops, and it’s not illegal
Now I smoke so much, it doesn’t even hurt anymore
A sick guy who’ll never get cured
The horns are gold, mineral gold
I’m a talisman
Every time they see me come, it’s in a Cadillac
I’m making space to store more, money and more
Bottega glasses to hide my tears well
To make money they say I’m the machine
I’ve written so much I have no more pages left
Every day I wear black like Metallica
All the girls in my room, babe, they’re British
And I had to buy them all the basic Kelly
In the suite, Frank Lucas style
A bunch of problems, but I don’t worry
The damn envy doesn’t scare me
My team’s nine, like Wu-Tang
(Like Wu-Tang, yuh)
(Like Wu-Tang, yeah)
White LeBron, alley oop, smoking with Tyson, peek-a-boo
Another show, déjà vu, how many Lambos? Give me two
Runway, Jimmy Choo, Rollie Datejust 62
Connections flow Bluetooth, from Argentina to Hollywood
White LeBron, alley oop, smoking with Tyson, peek-a-boo
Another show, déjà vu, how many Lambos? Give me two
Runway, Jimmy Choo, Rollie Datejust 62
Connections flow Bluetooth, from Argentina to Hollywood