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Genius English Translations - Peso Pluma Y Cardi B Put Em In The Fridge English Translation Lyrics

[Verse 1: Peso Pluma]
Do you remember when we were alone as kids?
That we were from the neighborhood, but now we are fine
When I smoked marijuana in a blunt with the neighbor
What does destiny do? If nothing is decided

[Refrain: Peso Pluma]
Yes? No?
Ask the government when they came
They saw me dressed as a sailor
Well, I'm definitely Latin gold
Yes? No?
Divine
The red eyes, I always smoke thin
From this beat I am the fucking murderer
You already know that I have been crazy since I was a child
Warlike, we are warlike mo—

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Fifty donkeys for the cloud like Aurelio
Aladina for the walking carpet
Without the lamp, with the goat horn, what?
It's the last time I can hear you talking about me
Peso Pluma with the heavyweight
In Jalisco they see my ass and say, "Diablo, Cardi"
I have all the narcos smelling of the white
And their moms asking me to sign their panties
Now We're not broke, we're shining, we're pretty
White powder from the airport crossing the city
We're no longer broke, we're shining, we're pretty
I only sit at the table with the hard ones for the meetings, prr
[Bridge: Peso Pluma]
They ask me why the hell am I like this
Ah, how they cry, they don't get full, let me sleep
The red sole like fucking Christian Louboutin
AKs, Milles, and they fuckin' comin' in

[Refrain: Cardi B & Peso Pluma]
Yes? No?
On top of the beats I murder them
I have the president as a neighbor
The world is mine like Al Pa—, ha
Like Al Pacino
Yes? No?
Ask the government when they came
They saw me dressed as a sailor
Well, I'm definitely Latin gold
Yes? No?

[Chorus: Peso Pluma]
Forty shooters, if I send them in, they comin' in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they comin' in
Hundred thousand real close and they're Mexicans
I said the word, and they'll put you in the fucking fridge

[Bridge: Peso Pluma]
They ask me why the hell am I like that
Ah, how they cry, they don't get full, let me sleep
The red sole like fucking Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they fuckin' comin' in
[Chorus: Peso Pluma]
Forty shooters, if I send them in, they comin' in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they comin' in
Hundred thousand real close and they're Mexicans
I said the word, and they' I'll put you in the fucking fridge