Kian Kova – Walter Albini

Kian Kova – Walter Albini Lyrics

Artist: Kian Kova
Song: Walter Albini

D-Note is on the beat
Yo, hear me out, boy
The Beatillionare
I met a bae, I met a bae

I met a bae, called me “a milli”
I’m big papa, dime “Biggie”
Don’t give a f#ck a lo Walter Albini
This my city, bo, dime “Maldini”

La corta e’ G5, homie (Escucha)
La corta e’ G5, homie (Habla)
Pour me a drink for the gang we got (Dale)
787 not 305 (No, no)

Que arranco pa’l mall y gasto siete mil y quiniento’ en la cartera Gucci reptil (Grr)
Me compré una’ Giuseppe, cabrón, son de adorno, en la caja que viеnen ni la voy a abrir
Ando con mi fusil, no cruza’ mi carril porque la carota te la vo’a dеrretir
Si me pone’ Versace, Chanel o Burberry, cabrón, yo no tengo ni que decidir (Yo me llevo la—)

Yeah, mafia gang for life (For life)
Boté la G4, caché la G5
Got two whips, one that can fight (Can fight)
Todo el vuelo uso para hacerte un drive-by (Grr-grr)

Apuesto cachaste ese watch a milli
Porque tú le diste a ese tipo por trili
¿Dónde e’ que ‘tán to’s tus opps? En un Phillie
Tu baby vino a comer mi zucchini

Me toca a mí, dicen
Ni me preocupo pa’ pagar lo’ bile’, Bape gang
Tenemo’ par de killers, big bag
Movin’ like a drug dealer, toíto’ in a bag (Pera)

Who the f#ck callin’ my phone? (Ah)
Money, money, money callin’ (Grr)
La double cup es styrofoam (Woh)
Gang mafia, we ballin’ (Wew)

Big boy business (Yeah), nothing is personal (Nada)
Don’t make a move, homie (Don’t make a move)
Es que to’ lo’ shooters son professional (Yeah)
Puerto Rican Mafia in this b#tch

Las babies son de Carola, Dancin’ Lips (Diablo, mamá)
Rocks in my whip and cake that slips
Otra vez me mandó más de hunnid bricks
93 en two watch y lo’ VVS en el pinky ring (VVS en el pinky ring)

Como Fetty Wap, she my trap queen de mi sneaky link (Okey)
La weed verdecita, flow jersey de Boston (Wuh)
Al la’o una shorty, turista de London
Le puse mi drill y se puso rojita

Me miró a la cara y me pidió sin condón (Grr)
I met a bae, called me “a milli”
I’m big papa, dime “Biggie”
Don’t give a f#ck a lo Walter Albini

This my city, bo, dime “Maldini”
La corta e’ G5, homie
La corta e’ G5, homie (b#tch; oh)
Pour me a drink for the gang we got (Ey, ey)

787 not 305, b#tch (¿Viste, cabrón?)
La doble K y la doble J
De PR a espacio, ¿oíste, cabrón?
Indica, Nay

Cirujano
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Walter Albini Lyrics – English Translation

D-Note Is On The Beat
I, Hear Me out, boy
The Beatillionare
I met a bae, I met a bae

I met a bae, I. oled me “A Milli”
I’M Big Pope, tell me “biggie”
Don’t Give A f#ck to Walter Albini
This My City, Bo, tell me “Maldini”

The short E ‘G5, Homie (listening)
The short E ‘G5, Homie (speech)
Pour me a drink for the gang we drop (dale)
787 Not 305 (no, no)

That I started Pa’l Mall and spending seven thousand and five -fourth in the Gucci Reptile (GRR) portfolio
I bought a ‘giuseppe, b#stard, they are of ornament, in the box that I saw or will open it
I walk with my rifle, it does not cross’ my lane because the carota you will be
If he puts me ‘Versace, Chanel or Burberry, you b#stard, I don’t even have to decide (I take me -)

Yeah, Gang for Life Mafia (for life)
Boté la G4, cache the g5
Got Two Whips, One That Can Figh (Can Figh)
All the flight use to make a drive-by (GRR-GRR)

I bet that watch to milli
Because you gave that guy by Trili
Where e ‘what’ your OPPS? In a Phillie
Your baby came to eat my zucchini

Touches me, they say
I don’t even worry about paying the ‘bile ’, bape gang
Tenemo ‘pair of Killers, Big Bag
MOVIN ‘Like a Drug Dealer, Toíto’ In a Bag (Pera)

WHHO THE f#ck Callin ’My Phone? (AH)
Money, Money, Money Callin ‘(GRR)
Double Cup is styrofoam (woh)
Gang Mafia, We Ballin ‘(Wew)

Big Boy Business (Yeah), Nothing Is Personal (Nothing)
Don’t Make A Move, Homie (Don’t Make A Move)
Is that to ‘lo’ shooters are professional (Yeah)
Puerto Rican Mafia In This b#tch

The babies are from Carola, Dancin ‘Lips (Devil, Mom)
Rocks in My Whip and Cake That Slips
Again he sent me more than Hunnid Bricks
93 on Two Watch and the ‘VVS in the Pinky Ring (VVS in the Pinky Ring)

As Fetty Wap, She My Trap Queen from my sneaky link (OKEY)
The Weed Verdecita, Boston’s Flow Jersey (Wuh)
To La’o Shorty, London tourist
I put my drill and got red

He looked at my face and asked me without a condom (GRR)
I met a bae, I. oled me “A Milli”
I’M Big Pope, tell me “biggie”
Don’t Give A f#ck to Walter Albini

This My City, Bo, tell me “Maldini”
The short E ‘G5, Homie
The cut e ‘g5, homie (b#tch; oh)
Pour me a drink for the gang we drop (ey, ey)

787 Not 305, b#tch (Did you see, b#stard?)
The double K and the double J
From a space, did you hear, b#stard?
Indicate, nay

Surgeon
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Kian Kova Lyrics – Walter Albini

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Release Year: 2023