Zizzy – 15KGLFP

Zizzy 15KGLFP

Zizzy – 15KGLFP Lyrics

Artist: Zizzy
Song: 15KGLFP

Parte I
Ayo,, watch your back, eh
Varias ratas por detrás de estas pacas
Guardo el rosario, por si acaso, en la backpack

Mis shooters ‘tan listos con la glock y con la AKA
Ellos quieren dope, quieren racks
Whatchu want? You say my name
No lo digas, tu estás lento, yo haciendo money everyday

Hace cuántos años fue, que su mierda me aleje
I’m better on my way
Eh, baby, fat #ss
Y en la cuenta de los pies son 15K, ah

She f#ck like that con el gangsta
Ya dejó la UNI pero está contando pacas
Gucci pants, ah
Baby, fat #ss

Y en la planta de los pies son 15K, ah
She f#ck like that pero solo con el gangsta
Ya dejó la UNI pero está contando pacas
Mi madre me decía: “al mal vibroso esquivale”

Si te apunta’, disparale
Con conección de PR, Chile, España y family
Toy’ haciendo mi propia ley
Tranquilito, estoy fumando

I’m gonna get it, all the bread
No me engañas, tu te quieres parecer
Pero esto no te sale bien, solo me queda a mi [Me queda a mi
Dime, que mierda está pasando

Pero normal, ey, ah
Hella racks, hella packs
Tanto’ palos tengo en stock
Hella racks in my back, tan’ tratándose de columpiar

Hella racks, hella packs
Tanto’ palos tengo en stock
Hella racks in my back-
Eh, baby, fat #ss

Y en la cuenta de los pies son 15K, ah
She f#ck like that con el gangsta
Ya dejó la UNI pero está contando pacas
Gucci pants, ah

Baby, fat #ss
Y en la planta de los pies son 15K, ah
She f#ck like that pero solo con el gangsta
Parte II

Gucci, Loui, Fendi, Prada
Prada, Prada
Gucci, Loui, Fendi, Prada
Prada, Prada

No caigo circo
No jodo con payasos
Siempre tranquilo en lo mío
Las perras tan’ llamando

Siempre que ellas tiene frío
La calle está caliente y corre sangre como río
Me tiran la mala pero yo solo les sonrió
Estoy soltando un, el Loui V en la camisa

Paseando el barrio en la bici
Ya no vendo, soy artista
Ya no me busco problemas pero a veces me visitan
Esos perros, tan’ pendientes

Yo hambriento, comiendo solo
Tengo un banquete
Tu vas a morirte solo
Ya no hay boquetes

Cinco tiros en el pecho, dos en la frente
Yo estoy buscando mi lana, tú estás buscándome a mi
Esa hoe te está mintiendo, esta inhalando aquí en el crib
Tú estás hablando de más, yo sé que un día me voa’ morir

No le tengo miedo a nada, tengo el alma empeñada
b#tch
Gucci, Loui, Fendi, Prada
Prada, Prada

Gucci, Loui, Fendi, Prada
Prada, Prada
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15KGLFP Lyrics – English Translation

Part I
Ayo, Watch Your Back, Eh
Several rats behind these bales
I keep the rosary, just in case, on the backpack

My shooters’ so ready with glock and with the aka
They want dope, they want racks
Whatchu Want? You say my name
Do not say it, you’re slow, I doing money everyday

How old was it, that his sh#t goes away
I’m Better on My Way
Eh, Baby, Fat #ss
And in the feet account are 15k, ah

She She f#ck Like That With Gangsta
She already left the uni but she is counting bales
Gucci Pants, AH
Baby, Fat #ss

And on the floor of the feet are 15k, ah
She She f#ck Like That But She Only With The Gangsta
She already left the uni but she is counting bales
My mother told me: “To evil vibroso dodge”

If you point you ‘, shoot
Connection of PR, Chile, Spain and Family
Toy ‘doing my own law
Tranquito, I’m smoking

I’m Gonna Get It, All The Bread
Do not cheat me, you want to look like
But this does not go well, I only have left me [I have left to me
Tell me, what sh#t is happening

But normal, ey, ah
Hella Racks, Hella Packs
Both ‘sticks I have in stock
Hella racks in my back, so ‘trying to swing

Hella Racks, Hella Packs
Both ‘sticks I have in stock
HELLA RACKS IN MY BACK-
Eh, Baby, Fat #ss

And in the feet account are 15k, ah
She She f#ck Like That With Gangsta
She already left the uni but she is telling bales
Gucci Pants, AH

Baby, Fat #ss
And on the floor of the feet are 15k, ah
She She f#ck Like That But Only With The Gangsta
Part II.

Gucci, Loui, Fendi, Prada
Prada, Prada
Gucci, Loui, Fendi, Prada
Prada, Prada

I do not fall circus
No Jodo with Clowns
Always quiet on my own
The b#tches so ‘calling

Provided that they are cold
The street is hot and runs blood like river
They throw me the bad one but I just smiled at them
I’m letting go, the Loui V on the Shirt

Walking the neighborhood on the bike
I do not sell anymore, I’m an artist
I do not look for trouble but sometimes they visit me
Those dogs, so ‘pending

I hungry, eating alone
I have a banquet
You are going to die alone
There are no gap

Five shots on the chest, two on the forehead
I am looking for my wool, you are looking for me
That hoe is lying to you, she is inhaling here in the crib
You are talking about more, I know that one day I voa ‘dying

I’m not afraid of anything, I have the soul committed
b#tch.
Gucci, Loui, Fendi, Prada
Prada, Prada

Gucci, Loui, Fendi, Prada
Prada, Prada
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Zizzy Lyrics – 15KGLFP

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Release Year: 2022