Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mil Colores, artist - Duki. Date of issue: 03.06.2017
Song language: Spanish
Mil Colores(original) |
| ESKEREE!!! |
| We’re on my man |
| Larry the producer eskeree |
| M5 mami |
| Dice asi, yeah |
| Bruno está en la casa, Fede está en la casa (haha) |
| Mónica, Mónica, Mónica |
| Mónica, Mónica, Mónica |
| (Damn son) |
| Mónica, Mónica, Mónica, ahora todos quieren Mónica |
| Puta, fini cosmopolitan, llego a on fire como ponita |
| Su estilo feo me hace vomitar, yo to’s los veo son hipócritas |
| Son polizei, manejan poliza |
| Yo soy sensei, manejo pócimas |
| Les recomiendo mejor no imitar, yo soy entero negro, no mitad |
| En todo caso tengo dos mitades |
| Y son complementales como el Yin y el Yang |
| Tommy Gun Tommy Gun Tommy Gun |
| 900 disparos like Tommy Gun |
| Entro sólo un minuto like Tommy Gun |
| Matando a la liga con to' my gang |
| I’m sorry your shawty volvió a mirar |
| I’m sorry your shawty volvió a mirar |
| No soy malo pero ella me pone mal |
| Vos malo pero-pero me da igual |
| Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos (¿qué les pasa?) |
| Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos (¿qué les pasa?) |
| Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos (¿qué les pasa?) |
| Yeah, ah, yeah |
| Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos |
| Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos |
| A que se debe esa cara de parto |
| Cada vez que entro al beat y lo parto |
| Con estudios no salía del cuarto |
| Sin estudios no salí de cuarto |
| No generan trabajo, son gastos |
| No me hago el loco, sé que soy Manston |
| Me fumé los tres dedos de Carlos |
| Cómo mierda no iba a ganarlo |
| Todos saben que estoy bendecido, y no tuve por qué ir y contarlo Ataco al |
| cuello, yo no ladro |
| Adicto a la street como un bad dog |
| Dientes dorados, castillos de mármol |
| Ladrón de botanas y las caras de blandos |
| Ahora quiero la cuenta en el banco |
| Bille-billetes verdes a nombre Lombardo |
| I don’t want die to you mallow, y si muero que sea en sus manos |
| Los brothers cocinan sin platos, cobrándole la vida al maltrato |
| La felicidad viene de a rato, dame seis ceros o no firmo el contrato |
| (Yeah) |
| Mil pupilas, mil colores |
| Muchas lunas, muchos soles |
| Ya no te extraño, no me llores |
| Van a venir tiempos mejores |
| Mil pupilas, mil pupa |
| Mucha lona, mucho trap |
| Yo estoy con mis brothers sky |
| Negro, sigo siempre high |
| Mejor no me llores, no me digas na' |
| Que ahora estoy bien en la mía y tengo cosas cosas pa' triunfar |
| Pra, pra, pra, pra, pra |
| Mucha money in my pocket on my bag |
| (translation) |
| ESKEREE!!! |
| We're on my man |
| Larry the producer eskeree |
| m5 mommy |
| It says so, yeah |
| Bruno is at home, Fede is at home (haha) |
| Monica, Monica, Monica |
| Monica, Monica, Monica |
| (damn son) |
| Monica, Monica, Monica, now everybody wants Monica |
| Whore, fini cosmopolitan, I come to on fire as a ponita |
| Her ugly style makes me vomit, I see them as hypocrites |
| They are polizei, they handle police |
| I am sensei, I handle potions |
| I recommend you better not to imitate, I am entirely black, not half |
| In any case I have two halves |
| And they are complementary like Yin and Yang |
| Tommy Gun Tommy Gun Tommy Gun |
| 900 shots like Tommy Gun |
| I enter just a minute like Tommy Gun |
| Killing the league with to' my gang |
| I'm sorry your shawty looked again |
| I'm sorry your shawty looked again |
| I'm not bad but she makes me bad |
| You bad but-but I don't care |
| What the fuck is wrong with these white guys (what's wrong with them?) |
| What the fuck is wrong with these white guys (what's wrong with them?) |
| What the fuck is wrong with these white guys (what's wrong with them?) |
| yeah oh yeah |
| What the fuck is wrong with these whites |
| What the fuck is wrong with these whites |
| What is that face in labor due to? |
| Every time I go into the beat and break it |
| With studies he did not leave the room |
| Without studies I did not leave the fourth |
| They do not generate work, they are expenses |
| I don't play crazy, I know I'm Manston |
| I smoked Carlos's three fingers |
| How the fuck was I not going to win it |
| Everyone knows I'm blessed, and I didn't have to go and tell |
| neck, I don't bark |
| Addicted to the street like a bad dog |
| Golden teeth, marble castles |
| Snack thief and the faces of softies |
| Now I want the account in the bank |
| Green bills in the name of Lombardo |
| I don't want die to you mallow, and if I die let it be in your hands |
| The brothers cook without dishes, charging their lives to mistreatment |
| Happiness comes from time to time, give me six zeros or I won't sign the contract |
| (Yeah) |
| A thousand pupils, a thousand colors |
| many moons, many suns |
| I don't miss you anymore, don't cry for me |
| Better times are coming |
| A thousand pupils, a thousand pupa |
| A lot of canvas, a lot of trap |
| I'm with my brothers sky |
| Black, I'm always high |
| Better don't cry to me, don't tell me nothing |
| That now I'm fine in mine and I have things to succeed |
| Pra, pr, pr, pr, pr |
| A lot of money in my pocket on my bag |