Foreign Lyrics English Translation by YOVNGCHIMI
Gvngs Gvngs
Money Wayy
YOVNGCHIMI
Real Dope boy
Dime Foreign
Whole Lotta Gang gang
This is real
I promise you, I cock the clear comb
If they mess with the gang or with my life
That’s how I was raised
I saw how the kilos were invested
And I put all my demons on the road
All my shooters got scholarships
And we’re on the field like Odell Beckham
We take away your lard points
Everything foreign, from the car to the wrist
AP or Rolex
The devil is made complete
I’m a bandit, and you can tell right away
That’s why I don’t mix with these people
They thought we were crazy in the industry, calling us delinquents
So when they call, I charge them at least twenty
And that’s on the gang
We’re making independent moves, and that was the plan
In the interview with Fulete, this is Murder Gang
I don’t even know these guys, but they’re all my fans
Draped in Santurce, riding in the Can-Am
And I’m sleepwalking on drugs, sipping on Wocky
I got a big gun, not Yaga & Mackie
I’m rising up, nobody’s gonna stop me
Baby, I’ll kill them if they think about popping me
Y’all ain’t shit
The Glizzy with the switches
I’m going for the Maybach, the Mercedes like Money Meech
I got my dead ones in the helmet, RIP
No more deals
If I see them, I hit them with the MP
Music veterans calling me a star
What they don’t know is that YOVNGCHIMI is the star
With the plug in the Dominican Republic, we’re in Villa Mella
Scheming to move kilos in Villa Palmera
I feel like Arca in the Panamera
Shoutout to the devils from Llorens to Cantera
Ice on the Patek, a freezer on my hand
Shoot me, give me your wallet, and stop the craziness
It’s the Moneywayy, Murder Gang
In Yeru’s name, we’re taking home a Grammy
With the gang, I’ll explore a hundred in Miami
I’m the same since I was scamming
I haven’t gotten over a couple of deaths
Listen, fool, we’re crazy to see you
They don’t want to see me with diamonds in my teeth
They’re haters, but they suck it up in front of me
Boss flow for your head, a hundred bands
We kill you, then I’m gonna do my money dance
We throw you in the lagoon
I’ve been a thug since birth
Even though I sometimes want to leave the street
And I’m sleepwalking on drugs, sipping on Wocky
I got a big gun, not Yaga & Mackie
I’m rising up, nobody’s gonna stop me
Baby, I’ll kill them if they think about popping me
Brrr brrr
The devils from Llorens
Son of a bitch
Tell ’em, Hydrezzy
Foreign Teck
Money Wayy
Glizzy Gang
Those who rule the streets, sons of bitches
The label that’s controlling the music and the streets, damn it
Brrr