Jamby El Favo Andan Buscándome Lyrics English Translation
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This track is dedicated
To all those bastards who didn't believe in me when I was at zero
Expensive, I come out expensive, I come out expensive
Because it cost me a lot to get here
Expensive, I come out expensive, I come out expensive
Expensive demeanor, expensive
I'm spending money
I don't think twice to show off a new toy
We're going up like a rocket
I fill my belly eating steak
You're not my friend, go to h*ll
I don't trust if the paw gets in
I mind my own business, it doesn't compromise me
I'm going to ignore what people say
Because they don't know what I've been through
The journey, what I've cried
Along the way, not even my past
They don't know anything, I stayed silent
I bring the shootout hard
A gun, a precise bullet
No mistakes, it goes fast
Why am I so f*cking crazy
My whole neighborhood is booming
It sounds solid, I'm not in the corner anymore
They call me the heaviest
And even if it hurts, they know it's true
Smell of rain, I'm a lightning bolt
Don't mess with me because I explode
Don't play if it's not my game
You already know I don't keep quiet
I don't struggle, f*cker, I swear to you
With all my crew banging hard
On the road, chill without hurry
I'm in a car, well insured
Expensive, I come out expensive
Expensive, expensive
Expensive, I come out expensive, I come out expensive
Because it cost me a lot to get here
Expensive, I come out expensive, I come out expensive
Expensive demeanor, expensive
Some dead and I'm not proud
In the cemetery, I have a couple of partners
In jail, the jealous pigs
Because I'm in Mexico doing business
Weed, coke, I grew up in Puerto Rico
They've been trying to kill me since I was a kid
They talk to me about problems and I don't back down
With fame, the wh*res see us more handsome
I prefer respect over money
I started from scratch, we come from the ghetto
With a gun and more clips than a bucket
I'll leave my legacy if I die today
Ask Lefty, we're around
Messing around with b*tches, arranging sales
Counting money, doing the math
I'm Baby Rasta and the .40 caliber
Well armed, I'm going to the shooting range
I see you on the expressway and I'm not going to shoot for the hoops
When I see the flash, your brains on the dash
They mess with my life and it's going to cost them
Like the mobsters, a luxurious style
With cold blood in a hot neighborhood
Grams, halves, ounces, the joints
To get where I am has been very expensive
We're in the truck through a rocky town
They see me and get nervous
I hear them snoring and it sounds funny
They want my life because I enjoy it
All tattooed, a tough dude
With a flashy camouflage
F*ck your mother, gossipy sons of b*tches
I smell marijuana, damn stinky
Expensive I smell, expensive I'm worth, expensive asses, expensive
I smoke expensive, expensive friends
My lifestyle is expensive
Expensive, I come out expensive, I come out expensive
Because it cost me a lot to get here
Expensive, I come out expensive, I come out expensive
Expensive demeanor, expensive
Hey hey hey listen
F*ck Fake Music
The witch is on the crazy beat
The witch, tell them Tony
It's Lefty, man!
With Lefty, motherf*cker!
Massive Shit is in the house
Mexico Puerto Rico, crazy
We come out expensive
Hell yeah, RD
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