Glizzy Walk 3 traducción al Inglés

Yecko on the beat
Brrr, brrr, brrr
The demon Heard son of a great bitch
Tell me, Yecko
The owners of the murders
Whole Lotta Gang Shit, motherfucker

Glizzy walk 3
More money more flex
vvs diamonds
I have the devils in the jet
I give them a break of more than a month
But I didn't even listen to them
My children I created you
In music I coached them

A million per album but now I want five
I have a Mini Draco that leaves them jumping around
Italian drip
Versace with a mink coat
The Domi crowning all kilos in a speedboat
I got the bag designer
Dior en mis pies bitch when I step
With the sports cars armed in the Corvette
VVS diamonds on my neck
I got them wet
From the farmhouse and we are blessed
We give you three at a time
Like a cat I have seven lives
The demons on the run
Shooting on the Avenue
Case with double life
Bastard I'm an artist
And I'm on the track
If they say they are the devils
We are exorcists
I have like seven combs in the Mahon G-Star
We are the ones who make you dress with a coat
The brain for tennis with a mixed bullet comb
And if you don't think I'm into it, ask the people in sight.
Question in sheet below
The glopes are going to thunder if I give you two jobs'
The three hundred' for the chest
Bastard, we are not relaxed
I'll ride you in the Sedona and throw you in hell
Did you hear, bug smeller?
I light a file in your name
And I eat a steak
I'm fucking a bug
I look like Feid
Con los diablo', we ballin' like we in Golden State
I got out of the trap surviving by eating cornflakes
Now the diamonds are in frosted flakes
They don't look me in the face, they see the Money Wayy
Now we buy everything, it's no longer lay away
I kill them like Kobe with the fade away
Pass me the stick if there is no short and
I want it with a drum
I won't send you to kill even though you do me a favor
I ride and assure you
To not leave a mistake
The hated minors
The devils are in steam
The most gangsters who have lived in the history of music
We already verified that these rappers are pussies
We make you a Glizzy Walk setiao' with a susie
With the Glope I give you a fade like Boosie's

Glizzy walk 3
More money more flex
vvs diamonds
I have the devils in the jet
I give them a break of more than a month
But I didn't even listen to them
My children I created you
In music I coached them

'Toy possessed, sleeping with the kilos on my side'
We kill you gagged, hanging around you go kidnapped
Chrome Hearts Dress
Amiri, Goyard
On the block as a forward
I really plug walk
This is red 27 like El Chapu
A bastard note
I'll give you the shots with papu
Trapeando and Harlem
Smoking me a backwood
Con la tecata double up, we selling dog food
Bastards, I do represent Mvrda Gvng
We'll nail that bitch to you if I find out she's my fan
This is llorens torres
There are more sticks here than in Iran
I show them in the videos, I don't give a damn what they say

Whole Lotta Gang, the record
A bad boy like the Pistons
I mess around like Flintstone
Codeine, that is the wine of Jesus Christ
The AKA are undefeated forty-four and five
We make them jump
We kill you in front of the people
And then for the interview there with Chente
The diamonds in the teeth 'now I want them permanent'
It's not wa-wa-wa, here we are criminals
Sports cars have fired bullets at me
I avoid them
They are experience of all the shit that I write
Ask Ñengo why I am Baby Chivo
I am active on the street
And in music I have the dribble
I'll give you a blow if you have guille 'e gangster
Pal case we kidnap you
If it is a master
Always with shooters and I don't play basketball anymore
Ten guns and twenty sticks and what's missing is a tank
I move like the army
N-s can't guard me
Right now for Grammy
Tsunami garments
Princess cut shinning
I'm on vvs timing
Glizzy walk the shots to the carota
That's the warning
Bitch

Glizzy walk
The Glizzy bargain
Glizzy Walk 3, hijueputa
The devils cry
YOVNGCHIMI the one who controls the mischief
The owners of the murders
Did you hear? The Glizzy bargain, motherfucker
Money Wayy
Tell me, Yecko
Dime, Hydro
Hydreezey
Dime, Nyxto

More money more flex
More power bastard
Did you hear son of a bitch
Whoever doesn't like it, you know
Brr, shot in the face