Más canciones de Gradur
Descripción
Letrista, intérprete asociado: Gradur
Compositor: Llantas
Ingeniero de grabación: Ilyes Zennache
Letra y traducción
Original
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real, them boys out
Flip Phone Shorty, can you bring the noise down?
Cookie Monster mink, time to get these Chips Ahoy now
Mayweather, then you know it's time to bring them toys out
In that Maybach, I look like Pretty Boy Floyd now
Mansion by the pond, then she twerking by the kois now
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Backed out the coupe (ooh, no, he didn't)
Ten racks on her boobs (ooh, no, he didn't)
Hunnid racks on her glutes (ooh, no, he didn't)
Strapped in the goose (ooh, no, he didn't)
Blast out the roof (ooh, no, he didn't)
Can't nap in the zoo (ooh, no, he didn't)
That is the truth (ooh, no, he didn't)
Had her right in the booth (ooh, no, he didn't)
Dressed in this mill like a shooter
Two Blasian bitches, both Buddhist
Up in Harlem on black Acuza
Step in through the door, hallelujah
Big boss see through the slats
Eyes on my prince, she a mess
Can't keep her hand off my dick
Either it's the chain or what's next?
Pussy good, savory
I'm here because I'm paid to be
I'm from uptown and my blood in the latest
See them alphabet balls
Yeah, they coming A to Z
Trapping out the Ritz-Carlton
Tell them, bring them here to me (hold on)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Hold up
Flip Phone Shorty
Big booty and hot dog in this bitch, yeah
We making money
Yeah!
Traducción al español
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real, esos chicos afuera
Flip Phone Shorty, ¿puedes bajar el ruido?
Visón Cookie Monster, es hora de conseguir estos Chips Ahoy ahora
Mayweather, entonces sabes que es hora de sacarles los juguetes.
En ese Maybach, ahora parezco Pretty Boy Floyd
Mansión junto al estanque, luego ella hace twerking junto a los kois ahora
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Retrocedió el cupé (ooh, no, no lo hizo)
Diez estantes en sus tetas (ooh, no, no lo hizo)
Hunnid bastidores en sus glúteos (ooh, no, no lo hizo)
Atado al ganso (ooh, no, no lo hizo)
Explota el techo (ooh, no, no lo hizo)
No puedo tomar una siesta en el zoológico (ooh, no, no lo hizo)
Esa es la verdad (ooh, no, no lo hizo)
La tenía justo en la cabina (ooh, no, no lo hizo)
Vestido en este molino como un tirador.
Dos perras blasianas, ambas budistas
Arriba en Harlem en Acuza negra
Entra por la puerta, aleluya
El gran jefe ve a través de las lamas.
Ojos en mi príncipe, ella es un desastre.
No puedo quitar su mano de mi polla.
¿O es la cadena o qué sigue?
Coño bueno, sabroso.
Estoy aquí porque me pagan por estar
Soy de la zona alta y mi sangre está en la última
Míralas bolas del alfabeto
Yeah, they coming A to Z
Atrapando el Ritz-Carlton
Diles, tráelos aquí para mí (espera)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, esos son esos chicos)
Espera
Teléfono plegable Shorty
Gran botín y hot dog en esta perra, sí.
estamos ganando dinero
¡Sí!