Yung Beef & Steve Lean – #FREEMOLLY.COM

Yung Beef & Steve Lean – #FREEMOLLY.COM Lyrics

Artist: Yung Beef & Steve Lean
Song: #FREEMOLLY.COM

Música para contar jurdeles, puta (Dinero)
Mira, aquí estamo’ (Money, cash, flush, como lo quieras llamar)
Siempre (Pero en efectivo)
Un saludo pa’ mi mama, te quiero mama (I love you, mama, saludo)

Yo siempre he esta’o atrá’ el queso (Cheese; queso)
Libertad pa’ to mis G’s preso’ (Fo’ my G’s; free my n#gg#s)
Ron al suelo pa mis G’s muerto’ (Oh; free, free my n#gg#s, free my n#gg#s, my n#gg#s)
Y a mi baby mama, un beso (Kiss)

Follando con la puta más famosa (Skii; los negros del barrio, los más pobres, perra)
Le piso en la curva más peligrosa (Skii-skii)
Puta, puedo convertirte en una diosa (Ah)
Na’ más con que te escriba un pa’ ‘e cosas (I got that shit; saludos pa’l Tirri, saludos mama)

Diseños caros, Pininfarina (Bium; El Mini, Khaled)
Ese culo vale más que un coso de farina (Coca; pa’ mi Fernan, pa’ mi Dani)
b#tchina, pue’ en la esquina (La esquina; only Farruk, Khaled, Dani, Stevie)
Loco, ven pa’ aquí (Steve Lean), que se están formando filas (Ring, ring)

Sniatch, en la calle hay sangre mía (Hay san—, biatch)
No llame’ a la ambulancia, que traen a la policía (Chivato; chivato)
Me rio de la pena (Ah), y lloro de alegría (Ja)
No creo en el sistema, en la traphouse no se fía (No se fía)

Los niños nacen con ansia (Ansia)
Porque la mamá estaba hookeá’ (Goli’a), goli’a con la panza (Esto es PXXR GVNG, puta, pa’ que tu lo comprendas)
Y aquí to’ qui’en ser hustler (Hustler; biatch)
Porque los papás estaban guilla’os y hacían billetes con la grasa (Flush)

Triste al ver que no me quiere, alegre porque hay más mujere’ (Ah)
Ya he deja’o de hacer billetes, now I’m gonna get it (Get it; no)
Puta, las cosas no son siempre como quieres
Mi hermanito comi’o en los Ryanaires (Prra)

Punto’ y cruces, puta, pero no es costura (Na)
Los clientico’ viniendo a por las posturas
Tratando a esos yonquis como basura
Porque sé que me mienten cuando juran (Snitch)

Puta, yo no soy bonico, ni lo quiero ser (Ser)
Yo pago dinero, como debe ser (Skrrt)
Y ahora cada vez que follo, follo dos b#tches (Dos b#tches)
Nos estamos haciendo muy que muy richies

Ni triste ni contento guarra, just gettin’ paper
Me enciendo un porro ‘e haze, que parece un bate ‘e béisbol
La cuenta al día, puta, a nadie le debo
Y el dinero me lo fumo, me lo bebo

Mis barras son lágrimas que no lloran (Ay)
Ratchets con bolsos de señora (Louis V shit)
Siempre que hay una mano delatora (Sniatch)
Otra está ready pa’ apuñalarla el tórax (Mátalo)

Ah, esa puta me fía (A mí me fía)
Sabe que no vo’a paga’ en la vi’a (En la vi’a)
Que sabe que no puede ir de subi’a (No, no, no)
Yo la trataba bien cuando era una parti’a

To’ lo que tengo la calle me lo ha da’o (Me lo ha da’o)
Te dejamos la motillo con los cables pela’os (Ready, pela’o)
Con el Carter limao, loco, en un descampa’o (Aha)
Puta, vuelve pa’ la esquina porque ya ha escapa’o (Ja)

Me suda la polla vuestra fiesta y quien sus creéis
Os meto a treinta gypsies en el backstage (Feka)
Yung Beef, puta, AKA Lana Del Rey (Feka)
Esto es #FreeMolly, pa’ que folléis (Ay)
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#FREEMOLLY.COM Lyrics – English Translation

Music to count jurdeles, wh#re (money)
Look, here I Stamid ‘(Money, Cash, Flush, as you want to call it)
Always (but in cash)
A greeting for my mom, I love you mom (I love you, mom, greeting)

I have always been around ‘cheese (cheese, cheese)
Freedom pa ‘to my g’s prisoner’ (fo ‘my g’s; free my n#gg#s)
Ron to the ground for my G’s dead ‘(Oh, Free, Free My n#gg#s, Free My n#gg#s, My n#gg#s)
And to my baby mom, a kiss (KISS)

f#cking with the most famous wh#re (Skii; the blacks of the neighborhood, the poorest, b#tch)
Le Floor in the most dangerous curve (SKII-SKII)
wh#re, I can become a goddess (ah)
Na ‘more with which you write a pa’ ‘and things (i got that shit; greetings pa’l tirri, greetings mama)

Expensive designs, pininfarin (BIUM; the mini, khaled)
That #ss is worth more than a farina cosa (coca; pa ‘mi fernan, pa’ mi dani)
b#tchina, Pue ‘on the corner (the corner; Only Farruk, Khaled, Dani, Stevie)
Loco, come for here (Steve Lean), who are forming ranks (Ring, Ring)

Sniatch, there is my blood at the street (there is san-, biatch)
Do not call the ambulance, bring to the police (Chivato; Chivato)
I laugh at grief (ah), and I cry of joy (ha
I do not believe in the system, in the trapouse I do not trust (I do not trust)

Children are born with anxiety (craving)
Because the mother was Hookeá ‘(Goli’a), Goli’a with the belly (this is pxxr gvng, wh#re, pa’ that you understand it)
And here to ‘Qui’en being Hustler (Hustler, Biatch)
Because the dads were guillas and made tickets with fat (flush)

Sad to see that he does not love me, happy because there is more mujere ‘(ah)
I have already stopped doing tickets, now i’m gonna get it (get it; no)
wh#re, things are not always as you want
My little brother Comi’O in the Ryanares (prara)

Point ‘and crosses, wh#re, but it is not seam (na)
The clientico ‘coming to by postures
Treating those yonquis like garbage
Because I know that they lie when they swear (Snitch)

wh#re, I’m not a bonus, I do not want to be (be)
I pay money, as it should be (SKRRT)
And now every time I f#ck, I f#ck two b#tches (two b#tches)
We are doing very much that very richies

Neither sad nor happy pig, just gettin ‘paper
I turn on a porro ‘and haze, that looks like a bat’ and baseball
The account a day, wh#re, nobody owes
And the money I smoke it, I drink it

My bars are tears that do not cry (ay)
Ratchets with Lady Bags (Louis V Shit)
Whenever there is a choratory hand (Sniatch)
Another is Ready Pa ‘stabbed the chest (Make it)

Ah, that b#tch I FIE (I FIE)
He knows that I did not go pawk ‘in La Vi’a (in La Vi’a)
That she knows that she can not go from Subi’a (no, no, no)
I treated it well when she was a tear

To ‘what I have the street has given it to me (it has given it to me)
We leave you the motillo with the Pela’os cables (Ready, Pela’o)
With the Carter Limao, Loco, in a Descampa’o (AHA)
wh#re, it goes back for the corner because he has already escaped’o (ha

I sweat your party and whoever you believe
I put it to thirty gypsies in the backstage (Feka)
Yung Beef, wh#re, Aka Lana del Rey (Feka)
This is #freemolly, pa ‘that f#cking (ay)
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Yung Beef & Steve Lean Lyrics – #FREEMOLLY.COM

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From the album:
#Freemolly [Explicit]
Release Year: 2014