Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cañonazo, artist - Kaydy Cain.
Date of issue: 26.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Cañonazo(original) |
Let me tell these niggas something, God |
I don’t want niggas sounding like me… on no album! |
You know what I’m saying? |
That’s all man |
And you’ll be a better man |
And you gonna come out on your own way |
Word up |
Whatever how you gonna take it man, fuck it |
(Cookin' Soul!) |
I got a beat, I got a bitch |
Así que tengo un negocio, que más decir |
Esos pussys rapers dicen que no sé rapear |
Los pongo a bailar, pra pra pra pra pra prá |
Tengo 24 puta y una es más |
Puta que las demás |
Antes no me hacía caso ahora no me deja en paz |
Pero lo voy a aprovechar |
La voy a poner a trabajar, a hosear |
Tú no tienes putas que te vayan a pillar |
No es de extrañar que nunca nos veamos |
Yo ando donde los kilos y tú andas donde los gramos |
Y si no estuviera ganando dinero a lo mejor te haría caso |
Pero ese no es el caso |
Tengo que hacer más dinero para cubrir lo que me gasto y |
Para pagar al abogado |
Los pobres ya no son tan pobres pregunta a joven filete |
Tú cuentas mentiras mientras yo cuento billetes |
Como los sugus en el par y 24/7 |
Y tú hablando de mis dientes |
En el estudio grabando con un par de putas |
Una haciendo twerk, otra haciéndose las uñas |
La vida que llevo es la que me gusta |
Por eso me odian por eso se frustran |
Niggas be biting mad styles and shit from niggas, man |
Dios sabe que no tengo nada que demostrar |
Shine on your own shit |
(No sé, no sé) |
Quieren encerrarme y sólo él puede juzgarme |
He tenido que salir para encontrarme |
Si no entiendes lo que digo es que no has pasa’o hambre |
Gracias a los Takers es que nunca necesité llaves |
Hay muchos que hablan, pocos que hacen |
(translation) |
Let me tell these niggas something, God |
I don't want niggas sounding like me… on no album! |
You know what I'm saying? |
That's all man |
And you'll be a better man |
And you gonna come out on your own way |
word-up |
Whatever how you gonna take it man, fuck it |
(Cookin' Soul!) |
I got a beat, I got a bitch |
So I have a business, what else to say |
Those rapper pussys say I don't know how to rap |
I make them dance, pra pra pra pra pra |
I'm 24 whore and one is more |
whore than the others |
Before he didn't pay attention to me now he won't leave me alone |
But I'm going to take advantage of it |
I'm going to put her to work, to hose |
You don't have whores who are going to catch you |
No wonder we never see each other |
I walk where the kilos and you walk where the grams |
And if I wasn't making money, maybe I'd listen to you |
But that is not the case |
I have to make more money to cover what I spend and |
To pay the lawyer |
The poor are not so poor anymore ask young steak |
You tell lies while I count bills |
Like the sugus in the pair and 24/7 |
And you talking about my teeth |
In the studio recording with a couple of whores |
One twerking, another doing her nails |
The life I lead is the one I like |
That's why they hate me that's why they get frustrated |
Niggas be biting mad styles and shit from niggas, man |
Lord knows I have nothing to prove |
Shine on your own shit |
(I do not know, I do not know) |
They want to lock me up and only he can judge me |
I had to go out to find myself |
If you don't understand what I'm saying, it's because you haven't been hungry |
Thanks to the Takers is that I never needed keys |
There are many who speak, few who do |