Los Odiosos Ocho Lyrics English Translation by Space Hammu
(feat. Carrion GodBle$$, Saske, Delaossa, Raggio, Kas Rules, J.Moods, EAZYBOI, Sanson)
They’ll tell you about me, I’m an asshole, but that I already know
I wasn’t like this before, but I got so fed up that I’m tired now
Of turning the other cheek and getting knocked out
And seeing myself crying in my room, screaming “why?”
Things went so well for me when I was bad, and now that I do good
I feel like both God and Lucifer abandoned me
I find myself alone with friends I cried with
And it’s like this every day since she left
Always lacking everything, but never faith
If you see that God isn’t answering you, look for me
I’m among cops and criminals like a firecracker
Doing push-ups while I listen to Pusha-T
Baby, baby, baby
You don’t matter here anymore
I walk in and everyone’s listening like
Shut up! Bitch!
So pay me! Rappers and wannabes
They’re looking for a happy ending but they’re my Happy Meal
I’m ready
To mark your ass with my grillz, damn, what a missile you’re carrying in those leggings!
You and I have to make a deal
(I feel so good baby)
It doesn’t even come undone, not even the sneakers
I don’t surprise anyone anymore for sounding tremendous (Like always)
What a gem, I’m not talking about clothes
They’re afraid of me like Jerry Lorenzo
(Fear of god)
I don’t even think about them anymore
Make me some ramen, I’m tense
In the neighborhood, the kids greet me with flares
I must be a plane, they send me coordinates
They’re not tennis players, but they pass balls
Advanced payments in cash, mmm, others are on credit
I’m going to spend my entire fortune on your wedding ring (bitch)
The dance of money is the only choreography I sometimes dance
And I say sometimes because it’s not about Prada nylon anymore
Ever since that nerd Saiko took me off that topic
I quit the antidepressants and it sent me on such a trip
That I came back to rap and went out on the street with a taser
I drive while she sucks me off and I let her work
So much that I ran right through the toll booth barrier
Crazy girl, don’t make a scene and get all keyed up on me
If I wanted to hear any screaming, I’d take out my in-ear
These months I’ve been real lowkey, letting it simmer
But I’d sink a couple of careers if I leaked my DMs
If I show up at an event, it must look weird
You should ask yourself, how much are they paying me?
No public call-out is going to make me doubt my worth
No bitch can demand I perform miracles
Babe, I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t even know what you’re asking for
I still remember you shining under the light of that cinema
I was eating your pussy 24/7, call me Resines
Your carioca ass, you always give what you receive
You sense me from several meters away, it’s like a probe
She’s on top of me, the wave is fucking me
What a chant, my fingers cover the hopper
If it’s not dripping, what reaches the back of your knee?
I love your slutty face, high-class whore
Tied by the wrist and the heel, hahaha
Your mouth unzips my pants
And I fuck it, like when the drawer won’t close
She moans for me, lover of my perversion
I squeeze the plug with my hands while I bite her nipple
She’s sweating like Serena after a match point
I put a chain on her, I hang her up like my doll, hahaha
One more day in the pot, welcome, my brother
One day less until finishing Lost In The Hell (Shh)
My hole fit and there were no chests, diamonds, treasure
A message from the lord “REMAIN FAITHFUL”
The cross and those stones in the road, friend, now I understand that prophet’s calvary
WhatTheFuck Yahweh, don’t confuse me with Job
I am the devil’s design, God’s punishment
What’s left, tell me, I’ve already slept in hell
I walked deserts and the sun didn’t burn me
I broke the columns, I already killed the lion
And here I still stand, it’s eternal, Sanson
I’m sunk in the sofa, I feel like Lucas’s nose
There’s a mami on my lap, sitting counting the cash
If you haven’t seen me make money, shut up and enjoy
It’s like watching Ronaldiño Gaucho when he sucks it up
In the game, my Gucci Mami, Lady Gaga
She climbs on me like Nicky, and ignites like a flare
I eat it like someone was scoring me
In the back of an Uber Black, playing Black Sabbath
I’m not twenty anymore, I have more mileage
Dude, I don’t have luck, I have a percentage
In this and in that, I risk my neck and I count my tribute
The leather seat creaks and I take the car out of the garage
Be quiet for a second
There will be time for your deep hit later
I hate it when you talk while I’m interrupting
We were headed to be street sweepers, because of rap and theft
We won by a hair like a Turkish nurse
Bulge, what the hell are you looking at?
I’m watching Alonso on the podium, drinking with Midas
There are those who are pillars and others who are beams
I hold up your roof and I set the floor for the next league