Translation of the song lyrics OG - Kaydy Cain, Cookin Soul

OG (original)

OG, cocinando para mi mujer
Tú puta me la chupó pero no lo hizo bien
Aún no soy rico pero no me falta de comer
Y todo lo que yo me pongo me sienta bien
Lo siento mama aún no te he compra’o la casa y
Te llamo poco pero me muero si algo te pasa
Mira tu móvil te he manda’o una foto al whatsapp
Mira que vistas tengo desde la terraza
No tenemos ascensor es una pena
Pero así se le pone duro el culo a la Lorena y
Aún fumo mucho pero tengo la nevera llena y
Seguro de vida por si me condenan
Nadie sabe como hemos llegado aquí
Kaydy Cain, I’m a real pimp
Yo tenía grupis antes de cantar
Pero ahora está más heavy que la por robar swag
Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
I’m not a motherfuckin' raper, soy un G
Fuck Jay-Z,
24 causas pero sigo aquí
Los hice jaque mate con el peón y el alfil
Me acuesto con dios pero me levanta el diablo
Lo aprendí de coco cuando aún estaba robando
Ahora aún te estamos llorando y
Siempre te mando un shout up por si me estás escuchando
All bitches on me like Lil B
Rest in peace Muhammad Ali
Swagging and bang like Pimp C
Me estoy poniendo gordo como Biggie
Tengo un par de putas como caídas del cielo
Una coge el teléfono, otra me cuenta el dinero
Nos escribió el hermano de Tupac
Nos dijo bendiciones, respeto y paz
Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Pick up my phone say, «Poppa not home»
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
(Ah)

(translation)

OG, cooking for my woman
Your bitch sucked me off but she didn't do it right
I'm not rich yet but I don't lack to eat
And everything that I wear looks good on me
I'm sorry mom I still haven't bought you the house and
I rarely call you but I'll die if something happens to you
Look at your mobile I have sent you a photo to whatsapp
Look what views I have from the terrace
We don't have an elevator it's a pity
But that's how Lorena's ass gets hard and
I still smoke a lot but I have a full fridge and
Life insurance in case I am convicted
No one knows how we got here
Kaydy Cain, I'm a real pimp
I had groupies before I sang
But now it's heavier than the one for stealing swag
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
I'm not a motherfuckin' raper, I'm a G
Fuck Jay Z,
24 causes but I'm still here
I made them checkmate with the pawn and the bishop
I sleep with God but the devil wakes me up
I learned it from coco when I was still stealing
Now we're still crying to you and
I always send you a shout up in case you are listening to me
All bitches on me like Lil B
Rest in peace Muhammad Ali
Swagging and bang like Pimp C
I'm getting fat like Biggie
I have a couple of whores like fallen from the sky
One picks up the phone, another tells me the money
Tupac's brother wrote to us
He told us blessings, respect and peace
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
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