Rip Hoe
31 FAM
Rip Hoe
Ei
(I vull que beguin fort)
(Quality)
Quan estigui Rip Hoe, vull que facin festa
Vull que beguin fort
Fins que passi la tempesta
Als mals dies
Dit del mig per la finestra (fuck you)
Ens movem junts com una orquestra (na-nai)
He pagat la part del tracte
Vull morir sobre un Cayenne
M'he acabat els canelos
Moët Chandon sobre el ciment (skrr, skrr)
La teva Hoe no riu
Però amb mi està somrient
No vull temptacions o acabarem malament
Estic contant estrelles
Però vull paciència
Mai faig switch-sides
Al barranc, però never slide
Necessito bling blau
I un bon terapeuta
Perquè ella no m'estima
Però no és com les altres meuques
Quan estigui Rip Hoe, vull que facin festa
Vull que beguin fort
Fins que passi la tempesta
Als mals dies
Dit del mig per la finestra (fuck you)
Ens movem junts com una orquestra (na-nai)
Dead inside, resaré per tots els meus
Shoutout a la meva mare
Shoutout als que guanyes cash
Copien Rick Ross I volen Dolce e Gabbana
AK-47 busquen booties a la barra
Miren els teus socks, puta no saben de blocks
Volen que els hi presti stops
Somien per ser un dels teus bloods
Complint somnis puta des del 2001 en la línea
I ara tots la mamen, volen ser de la família
Trap boy, star boy, Bix, la meva hoe
Koa está en la base derrochando pila flow
What you know
Tots els meus nens cuinant el blunt
Prenden hierba cara, I s'estan fent el vacilón
Quan estigui Rip Hoe, vull que facin festa
Vull que beguin fort
Fins que passi la tempesta
Als mals dies
Dit del mig per la finestra (fuck you)
Ens movem junts com una orquestra (na-nai)
Hablan y ahora hablan
Como si yo no supiera
Me he comido el panorama
Al juntarme con las fieras
Ni segunda, ni tercera
Queremos ver la primera
Cuando hacemos un concierto
El sold-out nadie lo espera
Siempre rich (na-na)
'Tamos bien (na-na)
Me siento big (na-na)
Somos seis (na-na)
To' el mundo nos dice
No nos cambia por ninguno
Que nosotros somos seis, pero arriba uno
Si toques un dels meus ets home mort
Em moc pel club fent fitness
Sense fer esport
El primer d'aquesta sèrie, Henry Ford
Demà vull que flexin', flexin', flexin'
Celebrin que ja no hi sóc
Cuando yo esté Rip Hoe, quiero que hagan fiesta
Quiero que beban muy fuerte
Hasta que pase la tormenta
Y malos días
Dit del mig per la finestra (fuck you)
Ens movem junts com una orquestra (na-nai)
Cuando yo esté Rip Hoe, quiero que hagan fiesta (quality)
(Beneïts fins l'últim dia per poguer tornar a volar)
Això és la 31 (31, 31, FAM)
Hey
(And I want them to drink hard)
(Quality)
When Rip Hoe is here, I want them to party
I want them to drink hard
Until the storm passes
On bad days
Middle finger out the window (fuck you)
We move together like an orchestra (na-nai)
I paid my part of the deal
I want to die on a Cayenne
I'm out of canelos
Moët Chandon on cement (skrr, skrr)
Your Hoe doesn't laugh
But with me she is smiling
I don't want temptations or we'll end up badly
I'm counting stars
But I want patience
I never do switch-sides
In the ravine, but never slide
I need blue bling
And a good therapist
Because she doesn't love me
But it's not like the other ones
When Rip Hoe is here, I want them to party
I want them to drink hard
Until the storm passes
On bad days
Middle finger out the window (fuck you)
We move together like an orchestra (Na-nai)
Dead inside, I will pray for all my
Shoutout to my mom
Shoutout to those who earn cash
They copy Rick Ross And they want Dolce and Gabbana
AK-47 looking for booties on the bar
Look at your socks, bitch they don't know about blocks
They want me to lend them stops
They dream of being one of your bloods
Fulfilling whore dreams since 2001 on line
And now everyone sucks, they want to be part of the family
Trap boy, star boy, Bix, my hoe
Koa is basically wasting flow stack
What you know
All my kids cooking the blunt
They take expensive weed, And they're fidgeting
When Rip Hoe is here, I want them to party
I want them to drink hard
Until the storm passes
On bad days
Middle finger out the window (fuck you)
We move together like an orchestra (na-nai)
They talk and now they talk
As if I didn't know
I've eaten the panorama
When I join the beasts
Neither second nor third
We want to see the first one
When we do a concert
No one expects the sell-out
Always rich (na-na)
We are fine (na-na)
I feel big (na-na)
We are six (na-na)
The whole world tells us
He wouldn't trade us for anything
That we are six, but one arrives
If you touch one of mine you're a dead man
I move around the club doing fitness
Without doing sports
The first in this series, Henry Ford
Tomorrow I want you flexin', flexin', flexin'
Celebrate that I'm gone
When I'm Rip Hoe, I want them to party
I want them to drink very hard
Until the storm passes
And bad days
Middle finger out the window (fuck you)
We move together like an orchestra (na-nai)
When I'm Rip Hoe, I want them to party (quality)
(Blessed until the last day to be able to fly again)
This is the 31 (31, 31, FAM)
