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Genius English Translations - Slait Y Low Kidd Omg Feat Vale Pain Hell Raton Y Gue Pequeno English Translation Lyrics

[Intro]
Mob

[Verse 1: Vale Pain]
We're in studio, four niggas making trap
You ask me what it is, in my head I've only cash
I go out with my new shoe, fresh
You can't do it as good as me, always behind me there's the gang
Don't talk to me, bro, if you don't know how to make it
How to double it, or how to get it back
I'm sleeping on her butt 'cause it's soft, fluffy
You're trying to fuck with me, bitch, forget it
I'm the man of the house just at eighteen
I believe in Jesus Christ, forgive my sins
Hands joined like in a church on Sunday
My bro is at his house, trapping packs with cellophane
My mother doesn't talk to me anymore (No)
She can't see his son anymorе, but I hope she will on TV
Fuck distance
My brothеr shoots you, but he's here, not in Atlanta

[Pre-hook: Vale Pain]
I'm with my boys, nobody will ever touch us
Mom, I swear, we'll change our future
Outside at night, the school is the street
We spit on the ground when the cops pass by
Oh my God (Oh my God)
I'd shoot for a bro
[Hook: Vale Pain]
I go "ra-ta-ta"
We're twenty in the club, counting cash
Your bitch is there, watching my bros
We're the finest in the city
I'll pray, oh my God
I'd shoot for a bro

[Verse 2: Hell Raton]
Luxury, luxury, luxury, luxury, luxury
All I do in my life is pure luxury
I take all your money and I escape like a witch
He's tough, but he came to record and he got away with nothing (Nothing)
Don't talk about my crew, it looks like Satan
I don't pay the pay-per-view
I don't care who you are
It doesn't affect my health
I don't know kung-fu, but I've put you in your coffin
I don't have good hair, but I've got a woman who's better than you (Than you)
As soon as the sun rises, make some coffee, and then we go (We go)
I pay for the hotel and I turn off my phone
Machete like Cali, now I've got my own cartel (Brr, brr)

[Hook: Vale Pain]
I go "ra-ta-ta"
We're twenty in the club, counting cash
Your bitch is there, watching my bros
We're the finest in the city
I'll pray, oh my God
I'd shoot for a bro
[Verse 3: Guè Pequeno]
I've got a Sig Sauer, and that's firing, power
And a colored pussy, rose flower
Danny Glover, supernova
My bitch is sport, Range Rover (Ueoh)
My wrist has muscles, physique du Rolex (Ahahah)
I count high stacks when it's raining outside (Yeah)
You can call me Cosimoney (Cosimoney)
But never call me if you're a rat
I get inside of her and I can't get out, ay
Like those friends of mine inside Filangieri at 2
She loves me, she tats "G-U-E"
You're chilling in a refrigeration cell, hanging upside down, ay
With a cow beside you, brother, I swear
I'm a kid from the 80s, brown sugar
I dived in the street, scu-scuba
And on the beat I've won the Oscar, culture

[Pre-hook: Vale Pain]
I'm with my boys, nobody will ever touch us
Mom, I swear, we'll change our future
Outside at night, the school is the street
We spit on the ground when the cops pass by
Oh my God (Oh my God)
I'd shoot for a bro
[Hook: Vale Pain]
I go "ra-ta-ta"
We're twenty in the club, counting cash
Your bitch is there, watching my bros
We're the finest in the city
I'll pray, oh my God
I'd shoot for a bro