Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flores , by - Chucky73. Release date: 02.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Flores(original) |
| Chucky |
| El de la voz que pone tu cuero mojá |
| Freire on the beat |
| Ey, yo no quiero flore' en el día de mi muerte |
| Yo 'toy en la calle, to' se corre con suerte |
| Ello' dicen que te aman pero en la mala quieren verte |
| Siempre ando con lo' mío', Dio' que reparta suerte |
| Si yo quiero buscarme, buscarme |
| A la mala quiero echarme |
| A lo' haters que no llamen |
| 'Tan harto 'e difamarme, -famarme |
| Pero no les sale tienen que sportarme |
| Ey, há |
| Y yo me la busco tranquilo (uh) |
| Tienen to' que darme hilo |
| Ello' hablan mierda a mi espalda pero de frento son mi' pupilo' |
| Yo no confío en amigo' |
| Y meno' en esto' fulano' |
| En la' buena' ello' 'tan contigo pero en la mala se vuelven gusano |
| Pero yo sigo aquí, puesto pa' lo mío nunca para ti |
| Fue mucha' la' noche' que me deprimí |
| Ahora el se puso pa' mi |
| Ello' no creyeron y no están aquí |
| Sintieron la para encima de un beat |
| Hago lo que quiera desde que nací |
| Ahora estamo' ballin' flow Miami Heat |
| Si yo quiero buscarme, buscarme |
| A la mala quiero echarme |
| A lo' haters que no llamen |
| 'Tan harto 'e difamarme, -famarme |
| Pero no les sale tienen que sportarme |
| Y yo quiero buscarme, buscarme |
| A la mala quiero echarme |
| A lo' haters que no llamen |
| 'Tan harto 'e difamarme, -famarme |
| Pero no les sale tienen que sportarme |
| Ey, há |
| Ahora no salgo del banco |
| Tengo un contable que pregunta cuánto |
| Son pal' de mile' cuando canto |
| Si no e' feria entonce' no te me planto |
| No me pregunte' si me busco porque sin mentirte me’echado uno' cuanto' |
| Un flow caro |
| Vi tu' bolsillo' y tu cuenta está en llanto, há |
| Mírame bien, yo tengo la' paca', billete' de cien |
| Me sobran de má' y mujere' también |
| La' tengo loca' me tiran al DM |
| Pero no le hago caso, no |
| Buscan beneficio y lo mío yo lo hago hacia el paso, wow |
| Vengo de la calle y a cuero' yo no le hago caso, no |
| Jeje, Chucky |
| Yo no le hago caso, no (el de la voz que pone tu cuero) |
| Ey, yo no quiero flore' en el día de mi muerte |
| Yo 'toy en la calle, to' se corre con suerte |
| Ello' dicen que te aman pero en la mala quieren verte |
| Siempre ando con lo' mío', Dio' que reparta suerte |
| (translation) |
| chucky |
| The one with the voice that puts your wet leather |
| Freire on the beat |
| Hey, I don't want to flower on the day of my death |
| I 'play in the street, everyone' runs with luck |
| They' say they love you but in the bad they want to see you |
| I always go with what' mine ', God' that distributes luck |
| If I want to look for myself, look for me |
| I want to throw myself out |
| To the haters who don't call |
| 'So fed up 'and defame me, -fame me |
| But it doesn't work out for them, they have to support me |
| Hey ha |
| And I look for it calmly (uh) |
| They have to' give me thread |
| They' talk shit behind my back but up front they are my' pupil' |
| I don't trust a friend |
| And less 'in this' so-and-so' |
| In the 'good' it' 'so with you but in the bad they become worm |
| But I'm still here, put for what's mine, never for you |
| It was a lot of' the' night' that I got depressed |
| Now he got pa 'me |
| They did not believe and they are not here |
| They felt the stop on top of a beat |
| I do what I want since I was born |
| Now we're ballin' flow Miami Heat |
| If I want to look for myself, look for me |
| I want to throw myself out |
| To the haters who don't call |
| 'So fed up 'and defame me, -fame me |
| But it doesn't work out for them, they have to support me |
| And I want to look for myself, look for myself |
| I want to throw myself out |
| To the haters who don't call |
| 'So fed up 'and defame me, -fame me |
| But it doesn't work out for them, they have to support me |
| Hey ha |
| Now I don't leave the bank |
| I have an accountant who asks how much |
| They are pal' de mile' when I sing |
| If it's not fair then I won't plant you |
| Don't ask me 'if I'm looking for myself because without lying to you, you gave me one' how much' |
| An expensive flow |
| I saw your 'pocket' and your account is in tears, ha |
| Take a good look at me, I have the 'paca', one-hundred-dollar bill |
| I have plenty of more 'and women' too |
| The' I have crazy' they throw me to the DM |
| But I don't listen to him, no |
| They seek profit and I do mine towards the pass, wow |
| I come from the street and I don't pay attention to him, no |
| Hehe Chucky |
| I don't pay attention to him, no (the one with the voice that puts your leather) |
| Hey, I don't want to flower on the day of my death |
| I 'play in the street, everyone' runs with luck |
| They' say they love you but in the bad they want to see you |
| I always go with what' mine ', God' that distributes luck |