Translation of the song lyrics Santa Clause - Almighty

Santa Clause (original)

Yo soy un guerrero, nunca me dejé
Me quede con las mujeres pero no confié
El menor me pide un rifle y se lo regalé
Ya tú tá' ready pa' que hale, yeh
En el barrio a mi me dicen Santa Clause, Santa Clause
El que auspicia toa' la' glock, glock, glock
Rojito como lo' Blood'
Protagonista a lo The Rock
Aquí somo' rockstar, I don’t give a fuck
En el barrio a mi me dicen Santa Clause, Santa Clause
El que auspicia toa' la' glock, glock, glock
Rojito como lo' Blood'
Protagonista a lo The Rock
Aquí somo' rockstar, I don’t give a fuck
Custom sácame el trineo
La guagua Mercedez, ¿en qué andan ustede' que no lo' veo?
Mucho perico, mucho meneo
Ciérrame el clavo por si los feos
Mami, tú dime cuál es tu deseo (Dime)
Tu tienes marido yo no me perseo, ah
A mí no me gusta jangear, baby
Pero aveces me meto al mar con to' los peces
Chavos pa' la stripper, los merece
Mami, no me beses
Que no sé cuantos la han visto estos meses
Y dice jingle bell
Llegaron las pistolas, jingle bell
Dirigiendo Golden State
Flow Steve Kerr
Un saludo a tu mujer
Brother, dile que no me va perder
Que yo de nuevo le quiero meter
En el barrio a mi me dicen Santa Clause, Santa Clause
El que auspicia toa' la' glock, glock, glock
Rojito como lo' Blood'
Protagonista a lo The Rock
Aquí somo' rockstar, I don’t give a fuck
Llego el cartero con la merca
Que pasen los desgraciados que ya Laura está en América
Tu puta es esférica, no tiene métrica
Sigan comprando tennis réplica, yeh, yeh
A los tiros de aka yo me acostumbré
Pillé al pana tuyo, saqué y alumbré
Te miro a los ojos, yo soy un hombre
Tiran balas locas pero sin nombre
Meterle a tu jeva también lo logré
No tienen ticket, son todos pobre
Si yo los probé
Tan buscando un show porque me los robé, yeh, yeh
Un soldo me dijo que no te escuchara
Que tú pones la lenta en la cuchara
Mejor que te picheara
Que fuera y chichara
Que la cara te inchara
Que los linchara
Que despueé de meterle a tu puta yo la despachara
Yo soy un guerrero, nunca me dejé
Me quede con las mujeres pero no confié
El menor me pide un rifle y se lo regalé
Ya tú tá' ready pa' que hale, yeh
En el barrio a mi me dicen Santa Clause, Santa Clause
El que auspicia toa' la' glock, glock, glock
Rojito como lo' Blood'
Protagonista a lo The Rock
Aquí somo' rockstar, I don’t give a fuck
Almighty, Almighty
Jajaja
It’s The Game Changer
Rifles pa' to el mundo
Pistolas pal' que quiera
Tienen derecho a guerrear
Compren balas
Dímelo, Edup
Custom
Primo Boyz Music
La industria de los Inmortales

(translation)

I am a warrior, I never left
I stayed with women but I did not trust
The minor asked me for a rifle and I gave it to him
Now you are ready to go, yeh
In the neighborhood they call me Santa Clause, Santa Clause
The one who sponsors all the glock, glock, glock
Red like 'Blood'
Protagonist a la The Rock
Here we are' rockstar, I don't give a fuck
In the neighborhood they call me Santa Clause, Santa Clause
The one who sponsors all the glock, glock, glock
Red like 'Blood'
Protagonist a la The Rock
Here we are' rockstar, I don't give a fuck
Custom take me out the sled
The bus Mercedez, what are you doing that I don't see it?
A lot of parakeet, a lot of wiggle
Close my nail in case the ugly
Mommy, tell me what your wish is (Tell me)
You have a husband, I don't perse myself, ah
I don't like to jange, baby
But sometimes I get into the sea with all the fish
Guys for the stripper, he deserves them
Mommy, don't kiss me
I don't know how many have seen it these months
And she says jingle bell
The guns have arrived, jingle bell
Running Golden State
Flow Steve Kerr
Greetings to your wife
Brother, tell him he's not going to lose me
That I want to put him again
In the neighborhood they call me Santa Clause, Santa Clause
The one who sponsors all the glock, glock, glock
Red like 'Blood'
Protagonist a la The Rock
Here we are' rockstar, I don't give a fuck
The postman arrived with the merchandise
Let the unfortunates pass that Laura is already in America
Your bitch is spherical, she has no metric
Keep buying replica sneakers, yeh, yeh
I got used to the shots of aka
I caught your corduroy, I took it out and I lit it
I look into your eyes, I am a man
They throw crazy bullets but without a name
Putting your jeva in I also made it
They do not have a ticket, they are all poor
Yes I tried them
So looking for a show because I stole them, yeh, yeh
A soldier told me not to listen to you
That you put the slow in the spoon
I better pitch you
Let it go and chichara
That the face will make you angry
lynch them
That after I put your whore in I would send her away
I am a warrior, I never left
I stayed with women but I did not trust
The minor asked me for a rifle and I gave it to him
Now you are ready to go, yeh
In the neighborhood they call me Santa Clause, Santa Clause
The one who sponsors all the glock, glock, glock
Red like 'Blood'
Protagonist a la The Rock
Here we are' rockstar, I don't give a fuck
Almighty, Almighty
Ha ha ha
It's The Game Changer
Rifles for the world
Pistols for whatever you want
They have the right to war
buy bullets
tell me Edup
customized
Cousin Boyz Music
The Industry of the Immortals