W.G. – Bulls & Hits

W.G. – Bulls & Hits Lyrics

Artist: W.G.
Song: Bulls & Hits

Low life
Yo, yo
Es W.G n#gg#
La Madaf#ckin’ conexión with the Fiq

Uh!
You
8 pa’ el jefe, 7 pa’ el matón
Guardo 5 blunt pa’ josear con mi bro

So wo, wo
Fike, don’t give a fo
No me diga que soy el mejor porque se que lo soy
Hold the line, Wo!

No pierda el objetivo
Esto que yo te tiro ta que altera tus sentidos
No soy numero uno perro, solo tengo estilo y estilos
Y cualquier corner la domino

Paseo por la mañana, esquivando a los canas
Con el maldito runx hueliendome’ a marihuana (Marihuana)
Las ventanas cerradas, bloqueadas, tinteadas
Que la gente dice coño, ahí va gente pesada

f#ck, ah!
Tu villano favorito
No tengo oro en mi cuello por que o sino lo derrito (Lo derrito)
Que yo publique un disco debería ser un delito

Por las ganas de fumar y de cabecear que transmito
Soy un ito
Si quieres me ejemplifico
Ninguno ha dominado el f#cking flow del papi rico

He visto varios EP’s
He oido varios discos
Y to’ esos mamahuevos la tragan cuando la invito
Yeah

Es W.G Fo’
Me miran bien raro, yo no sé qué pasa aquí (Wa!)
Las luces me apuntan n#gg# soy el MVP (Wa!)
Te puso to’ pálido el humo de mi weed (Weed)

Aguanta la bronca loco, you know what I me
Siempre ando de gira y eso que no estoy sonando (No)
Con el papi impala en mi chevy contrabando (Contrabando)
Vos no me conoces loco, no sabes mi mambo (No)

Siempre ando con chicas y es lo que vivis soñando
Estas barras sucias loco, yo las escribí
Mami soy pesado soy un nasty real G (Ah)
Ya sabes sin fallos, fumo gallos, buena weed

Siempre ando en mi tripping, flow flaquito, WG
No me hables de estupideces que mis socios ni te funan (Na, na)
Sabemos que en tu barrio no salís despues’ la una
Sabemos que tus rimas y tus beats son pura espuma (Wa!)

Sabemos de tu sponsor, y sabemos que no sos true man (Na)
f#ck that, mi estilo es puro fuego
Yo rapeo hace rato y a ustedes le faltan huevos (Hace mucho)
Ya tengo 22 y aun así voy con mis neggos

Se trata de hip hop, ¿O ustedes creen que es un juego?
Me vivo Toa’ la movie (Wa!)
Esto no es hobby (No)
Escribo pesado loco

Yo soy un rap buddy (Buddy)
Te caigo en to’ los partys (Partys)
Quemando buena mari (Mari)
Conexión USA, loco

No pueden, nobody (f#ck)
f#ck, f#ck, wa
(Low Life) f#ck!
Ah!

Low Life
“Los maté, si señor
Y si yo vuelvo a nacer, yo los vuelvo a matar”
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Bulls & Hits Lyrics – English Translation

Low Life
I, me
It’s w.g n#gg#
The Madof#ckin ‘With the Fiq connection

Uh!
You
8 pa ‘el boss, 7 pa’ el la great
I keep 5 Blunt pa ‘Josear with my bro

So wo, wo
Fike, Don’t Give A Fo
Don’t tell me I’m the best because I know I’m
Hold The Line, Wo!

Do not lose the goal
What I throw you that alters your senses
I’m not a dog number, I only have style and styles
And any corner dominate her

Walk in the morning, dodging the gray hair
With the damn Runx, marijuana (marijuana)
The windows closed, blocked, dye
That people say p#ss#, there are heavy people

f#ck, ah!
Your favorite villain
I have no gold in my neck because or if I dull it (I Derrito)
That I publish an album should be a crime

For the desire to smoke and head that I transmit
I am a Ito
If you want I exemplify me
None has dominated the f#cking flow of the rich daddy

I’ve seen several EP’s
I have heard several albums
And to ‘those mamahuevos swallow her when I invite her
Yeah

It’s w.g fo ‘
They look at me very strange, I don’t know what happens here (wa!)
The lights point to me n#gg# I am the MVP (wa!)
He made you pale the smoke of my weed (Weed)

Hold the crazy anger, you know what i me
I always tour and that I am not playing (no)
With the papi impala in my chevy smuggling (smuggling)
You don’t know me crazy, you don’t know my mambo (no)

I always walk with girls and it’s what you live dreaming
These crazy dirty bars, I wrote them
Mommy I’m heavy I am a real nasty g (ah)
You know without failures, I smoke Gallos, good weed

I’m always in my tripping, Flow Flaquito, Wg
Do not tell me about stupidities that my partners or funn you (na, na)
We know that in your neighborhood you do not go out later ’the one
We know that your rhymes and beats are pure foam (wa!)

We know about your sponsor, and we know that you are not True Man (Na)
f#ck that, my style is pure fire
I rapped a long time and you lack eggs (a long time ago)
I already have 22 and yet I go with my Negos

This is hip hop, or do you think it is a game?
I live toa ’la Movie (wa!)
This is not hobby (no)
I write crazy heavy

I am a Buddy rap (Buddy)
I fall in to ‘the partys (partys)
Burning good mari (Mari)
Usa, crazy connection

They can’t, Nobody (f#ck)
f#ck, f#ck, WA
(Low Life) f#ck!
Ah!

Low Life
“I killed them, yes sir
And if I be born again, I kill them again ”
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W.G. Lyrics – Bulls & Hits

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Release Year: 2021