Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grosero RMX, artist - Big Soto.
Date of issue: 21.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Grosero RMX(original) |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Bienvenidos al mundo de Sotorius |
So-Soto Nigga, yeah (prr, prr) |
Esto suena grosero pero, yeah |
Al menos no digo mentiras, yo siempre he sido sincero |
Pero, hay más de uno buscando duelo, yeah |
Por que les duele saber que estoy haciendo dinero |
Con mi carita de quinceañero, yeah |
Partiendo culos operados, sonando en todos lados |
Y siempre haciendo lo que quiero (yeah) |
Yo se que sueno grosero, pero |
A mi no me importa lo que hablen de mi. |
(no) |
Yo estoy haciendo dinero por que si (si) |
No me importan las opiniones de la envi-dioso (hater) |
Que nunca me quiere ver feliz (bueno…) |
Si ellos supieran que por cada vez que ti-ra mierda |
A mi solamente me crece el pipí (me crece) |
Shito calle, que tu no eres calle wannabe, wannabe |
Al menos en la calle nunca te vi, nunca te vi, no, yeah |
Soy ignorante (bruto), hey, pero estoy seguro |
Que más inteligente que muchos |
Personajes que en la calle la gente cataloga |
Como cantante, hey |
Y eso que yo mi siquiera termine la universidad |
Pero aprendí de la calle y la pobreza |
Que me hizo salir adelante (genio) |
Yeah, ni cara tatuada no es de un maleante (no) |
Si no de un rapero importante, (yeah) |
Así que pregúntese antes, yeah, quien soy antes criticarme |
Por que puedes equivocarte (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Nigga |
Dicen que es cuestión de actitud |
Digo que esto es lo que me sobra |
Yo maquino cada obra maestra |
Letal como el veneno de la cobra (chu, chu) |
Lo mio no es moda |
La moda paso hace rato y sigo invicto |
Y más que listo, para el siguiente nivel |
Que viene con carácter estricto |
Shito, calle perrito |
Pirate que no eres bienvenido |
Aquí estamos puros locos del ghetto |
Quemando la weed, que divertido |
Esta vaina es un delito |
Yo reitero y repito |
Que no fue culpa mía |
Ya yo estaba frito, nigga |
(Es el Soto nigga) |
Esto suena grosero pero, yeah |
Al menos no digo mentiras, yo siempre he sido sincero |
Pero, hay más de uno buscando duelo, yeah |
Por que les duele saber que estoy haciendo dinero |
Con mi carita de quinceañero, yeah |
Partiendo culos operados, sonando en todos lados |
Y siempre haciendo lo que quiero (yeah) |
Yo se que sueno grosero, pero |
A mi no me importa lo que hablen de mi. |
(no) |
(translation) |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Welcome to the world of Sotorius |
So-Soto Nigga, yeah (prr, prr) |
This sounds rude but, yeah |
At least I'm not telling lies, I've always been honest |
But, there is more than one looking for a duel, yeah |
Because it hurts them to know that I'm making money |
With my fifteen-year-old face, yeah |
Splitting operated asses, playing everywhere |
And always doing what I want (yeah) |
I know I sound rude, but |
I don't care what they talk about me. |
(not) |
I'm making money because yes (yes) |
I don't care about the opinions of the hater |
That she never wants to see me happy (well…) |
If they knew that for every time you throw shit |
Only my pee grows (it grows) |
Shito calle, that you are not calle wannabe, wannabe |
At least on the street I never saw you, I never saw you, no, yeah |
I'm ignorant (gross), hey, but I'm sure |
That smarter than many |
Characters that people catalog on the street |
As a singer, hey |
And that I didn't even finish college |
But I learned from the street and poverty |
What made me get ahead (genius) |
Yeah, not even a tattooed face is that of a thug (no) |
If not from an important rapper, (yeah) |
So ask yourself before, yeah, who am I before you criticize me |
Why can you be wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Nigga |
They say it's a matter of attitude |
I say this is what I have left |
I machine every masterpiece |
Lethal as the poison of the cobra (chu, chu) |
Mine is not fashion |
Fashion passed a while ago and I'm still undefeated |
And more than ready, for the next level |
That comes with a strict character |
Shito, doggy street |
Pirate you are not welcome |
Here we are pure crazy people from the ghetto |
Burning the weed, what fun |
This pod is a crime |
I reiterate and repeat |
that it was not my fault |
I was already fried, nigga |
(It's the Soto nigga) |
This sounds rude but, yeah |
At least I'm not telling lies, I've always been honest |
But, there is more than one looking for a duel, yeah |
Because it hurts them to know that I'm making money |
With my fifteen-year-old face, yeah |
Splitting operated asses, playing everywhere |
And always doing what I want (yeah) |
I know I sound rude, but |
I don't care what they talk about me. |
(not) |