Shotta – Macauly Culkin Lyrics

[Letra de “Macauly Culkin” ft. Andreas Lutz y Foyone]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Foyone, puto Shotta
El mega O’Funkillo… ¡Rah!

[Verso 1: Shotta]
¡Rah! Hasta que tiemble el suelo, tú créelo
Tener fe es lo primero con Pedro
Hasta los testigos de Jehovah
No paran de preguntar cómo coño lo hacemos
En serio, confía en ti, que le den a los medios
Ese niño salvó a su hermano del incendio
Y estaba solo, estaba solo
Nadie le dijo que no podría hacerlo
El vagabundo contemplando el imperio
El asesino cortándose las yemas de los de’os
Pa’ que no le identifiquen
Me da igual lo que trafiquen; mi música es yeyo
Mi flexibilidad sexy
Le meto violento: Joe Pesci
Me siento solo como Messi (¡Ah!)
También me sangra la nariz como a Once ¡Stranger things!
Certero, sin rumbo, mi velero
Pero haciendo lo que quiero, sin dueño
Tú no tienes na’, solo tienes dinero
A ti solo te quieren por tus ceros, chaquetero
Solo como Tyson contra el mundo
Fuerte como un guerrero maorí
Salgo solo y concrentra’o como un shaolin
Estáis solos como Culkin Macauly

[Estribillo: Andreas Lutz]
Y estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, si se acaba, estamos solos
Y estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, nacemos y morimos solos
Estamos solos, y estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, si se acaba, estamos solos
Y estamos solos, estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, nacemos y morimos solos
Estamos solos (Waoh)

[Puente: Andras Lutz]
Sintiendo lo que siento odio, verdad que hay que sufrir
Si esta pasión que tengo dentro, lo va’ descubrir
Hay que vivir a hierro, killo, es un milagro estar aquí
Venimos solitos al mundo y solitos nos vamos a ir

[Verso 2: Foyone]
[?] el dueño el parlamento
Desde que era chico viviendo del cuento
Solo te lo explico, yo no me lo invento
Esto está en las calles de antes que el cemento
Hay sargentos y capitanes
Hay maestros y hay abuelas con refranes
Solo quiero que to’s vivan como debemos vivir
También lo hago por ti, quiero dinero pa’ resumir
No mil, ni diez mil, ni cien mil, ni un millón
Eso es poco si te estoy vendiendo el corazón, así que págame
To’l día sacando petróleo así como los árabes
Partiendo la envidia en dos putas, aprendiendo karate
Somos DNC antes que to’
Como el hijoputa e’ Franco, por la gracia de Dios
Con el Sho-tta
Si sale el sol, baja la capo-ta, flo-ta
Tú querías copa y coca para notar
Ya se fue el poder, ahora vota, puto
Ropa’e luto, visto negro, imán pa’l hierro
Por el barrio voy lanzando huesos pa’ los perros
Solos nacemos y solos morimos
Cuido quien me cruzo en el camino, es un to’, sobrevivimos
‘Tamos fabricando un buen destino
Pa’ saborear y disfrutar de una copa de vino, yeah

[Estribillo: Andreas Lutz]
Y estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, si se acaba, estamos solos
Y estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, nacemos y morimos solos
Y estamos solos, y estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, si se acaba, estamos solos
Y estamos solos, estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, nacemos y morimos solos
Y estamos solos (Waoh)

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, red light’s on in the Boulevard
That means business
Throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna

[Verse 1]
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need Deniro or I’ll Rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shelves need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill the Moët bottle with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted?
They be asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous

[Verse 2]
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty
Should’ve never got us started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick
8 ball, and a suede robe – rockstars don’t say no!
This beat so flame, though; I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna!
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party

[Break]
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God

Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
That means business
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted
Baby you’re asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Need double mercy Marty
Should’ve never got it started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, seven rings and a pool stick
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
Yah I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

Hunnid On The Drop Lyrics – Montell2099 X 21 Savage

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, 21, 21

Got a vacuum sealed machine and a digital scale
Ridin’ in a new ‘Rari and I’m lookin’ for 12
Tommy guns and trench coats, wackin’ like Joe Pesci
Actin’ like I owe you somethin’ you gon’ miss yo blessin’
CVS drugs, lean, pills, one-stop shop
I got big big bullets, that’s a one shot Glock
And I fucked yo baby mama, she cannot give Top
I make savage music nigga, this is not hip-hop

Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
He ain’t bout the money I ain’t talkin’, nigga
He ain’t bout the money get to walkin’, nigga
And I got your main bitch stalkin’ nigga
Put a hole in yo’ head like a dolphin nigga
Fur costs 100, that’s ostrich nigga
Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga
Diamonds drippin’ on me that’s faucet, nigga
All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga

Skrt skrt skrt, pyrex on lock
Pew! pew! silence on that Heckler and Koch
I’m sippin’ Actavis nigga, this ain’t scotch
I listen to yo tape and nigga you ain’t hot
Young Savage, man this shit so easy
Nigga so high, that I’m talkin’ to Jesus
Bitch I want no pussy, bitch get on yo knees-us
Nigga watch where you walkin’, you just stepped on my Yeezys

Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
He ain’t bout the money I ain’t talkin’, nigga
He ain’t bout the money get to walkin’, nigga
And I got your main bitch stalkin’ nigga
Put a hole in yo’ head like a dolphin nigga
Fur costs 100, that’s ostrich nigga
Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga
Diamonds drippin’ on me that’s faucet, nigga
All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga

Chains on rains on diamonds on free nigga
Tryna turn that bitch into your wife and she the squeeze nigga
Saint Laurent and Goyard gon cover all of me nigga
And I’m reckless, check shit, nike nigga
And I keep a uzi, shoot a movie, Spike Lee nigga
And I’m on that Act, I poured a four and ice tea, nigga
Thought you was a gangsta, you detective Ice-T nigga
Tryna clone a nigga, bummy boy you not me, nigga

Hunnid On The Drop

Lyrics to ‘Hunnid On The Drop’ by 21 Savage:

–Intro–
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah , 21, 21

–Verse 1–
Got a vacuum sealed machine and a digital scale
Ridin’ in a new ‘Rari and I’m lookin’ for 12
Tommy guns and trench coats, wackin’ like Joe Pesci
Actin’ like I owe you somthin’ you gon’ miss yo blessin’
CVS drugs, lean, pills, one-stop shop
I got big big bullets, that’s a one shot Glock
And I fucked yo baby mama, she cannot give talk
I make savage music nigga, this is not hip-hop

–Chorus–
Hunnid on a motha fuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
He ain’t bout the money I ain’t talkin’, nigga
He ain’t bout the money get to walkin’, nigga
And I got your main bitch stalkin’ nigga
Put a hole in yo’ head like a dolphin nigga
Fur costs 100, that’s ostrich nigga
Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga
Diamonds drippin’ on me that’s faucet, nigga
All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga

–Verse 2–
Skrt skrt skrt, pyrex on lock
Psh psh silence on that Heckler and Koch
I’m sippin’ activist nigga, this ain’t scotch
I listen to yo tape and nigga you ain’t hot
Young savage, man this shit so easy
Nigga so high, that I’m talkin’ to jesus
Bitch I want no pussy, bitch get on yo knees-us
Nigga watch where you walkin’, you just stepped on my Yeezys

–Chorus–
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
He ain’t bout the money, I ain’t talkin’, nigga
He ain’t bout the money, get to walkin’, nigga
And I got your main bitch stalkin’, nigga
Put a hole in yo head like a dolphin, nigga
Fur costs 100 that’s ostrich, nigga
Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga
Dimonds drippin’ on me, that’s faucet, nigga
All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga

–Verse 3–
Chains on rains on diamonds on free nigga
Tryna turn that bitch into your wife and she the squeeze nigga
Saint Laurent and Goyard gon cover all of me nigga
And I’m reckless, check shit, nike nigga
And I keep a uzi, shoot a movie, Spike Lee nigga
And I’m on that act, I poured a four and ice tea nigga
Thought you was a gangsta, you detective Ice-T nigga
Tryna clone a nigga, bummy boy you not me nigga

–Chorus–
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
He ain’t bout the money, I ain’t talkin’, nigga
He ain’t bout the money, get to walkin’, nigga
And I got your main bitch stalkin’, nigga
Put a hole in yo head like a dolphin, nigga
Fur costs 100 that’s ostrich, nigga
Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga
Dimonds drippin’ on me, that’s faucet, nigga
All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga