Lyrics of Apreté el Botón - Miky Woodz

Apreté el Botón (original)

La Asociación de lo' 90 piquete, cabrón
Light it up
Prende uno y vamo' a hacer dinero, puñeta
Esto e' muy simple, yah
(Ey)
Salí de abajo', no habían casi opcione' (Yah)
Pero sé que no me conformaba con ser runner (No)
Siempre soñaba con ser más, pero calla’o (True)
Porque he visto al más que habla mierda tocar piso como Bronner
(Prr-prr-prr-prr)
Tira’o pa' 'trás, miré el reloj, the time is money, dou (Is money, ey)
Yo soy así, no te gusta el piquete, sorry, bro
Soy el elegido y están todo' advertido (Ah; ey)
Que están a punto al despido
Porque otro con este flow nunca ha nacido, y (Yeh, yeh, yeh)
Problema' en la calle no hay (Everything real; no hay)
Tampoco' problema e' dinero, pai' (No, no, yah)
Gracias Dio' por darme un día má' pa' yo seguir rulay (Let's get it)
Me tocó el turno, ya salimo' 'el stand-by (Yeh)
Hoy voy pa' la calle, lógico, un flow exótico (Eh, eh, eh)
Pa' hacerle pico son die' botello má' dice el pronóstico (Yeah)
No hice fila, les pasé por encima 'el tráfico (Ey)
No compare' mi flow, que e' caro como un económico (Okay)
Y sin bajarle yo todo lo' día me levanto con un propósito
(Ah, ah, ah; uh, uh; prr)
Facturar hasta que en el cheque no quepan dígito' (Yeah; ah)
Porque pa' gastar no soy tímido (Prr)
Y pa' frontearme a mí tienes que ser, yo no soy estúpido, ey
(Ah; ey; prr-prr)
Apreté el botón (Ajá)
Y ya casi muevo mi juego 'e cuarto pa’l avión (Yes, sir)
Cuida’o que por abigantón cruce' la línea 'e la traición
(Prr, prr, prr-prr)
Y te apoden en la calle como un ratón (What you said?)
Y apreté el botón (Prr-prr-prr)
Y ya casi muevo mi juego 'e cuarto pa’l avión (Hold up)
Cuida’o que por abigantón cruce' la línea 'e la traición (Yeah)
Y te apoden en la calle como un ratón (Ey; what you said?; uh, uh, uh)
(Miky Woodz)
Tal vez amigo' no tengo mucho' quizá' (No)
Por ser real y nunca andar con un disfraz, ey (Ey)
Tráeme un par de babie' hecha' que estén bien customizá' (Everything real)
Que ya pa' el nene le tengo una cuenta de banco frisa (Ey; yeh-yeh-yeh)
Roncarme no creo que sea una idea adecuada (Yi-yi-yi)
Si la mujer de mi enemigo yo la tengo de aliada (Ey-ey)
Lo' outfit son Dolce Gabanna o Prada (Jaja)
A la' babie' le' meto, y despué' quieren ser mi' empleada' (Yi-yi-yi;
prr-prr-prr)
Ello' viven en una mentira, yo apoyo lo real (Uh, uh, uh)
No traiciono y por lo mío mato si hay que matar (Brr)
Apreté el botón, ya no me hace falta roncar (Ey)
Es que el piquete e' a lo fainy, y ya se iban a retirar (Je; yeah)
Soy tan real que me daban hasta el polígrafo (Yeah)
El que dijo que tú mete feka, mi herma', te estafó
(¿Pero a ti qué te pasa cabrón?)
Vo’a escribir un verso y se prende en fuego el bolígrafo (Hold up)
El del flow má' hijueputa, el favorito 'e lo' fotógrafo', I’m done (Yah; ¡pra!)
Apreté el botón (Ajá)
Y ya casi muevo mi juego 'e cuarto pa’l avión (Ey, ey, ey)
Cuida’o que por abigantón cruce' la línea 'e la traición
(Prr, prr, prr-prr)
Y te apoden en la calle como un ratón (What you said?)
Y apreté el botón (Prr-prr-prr)
Y ya casi muevo mi juego 'e cuarto pa’l avión (Hold up)
Cuida’o que por abigantón cruce' la línea 'e la traición (Yeh; ey)
Y te apoden en la calle como un ratón (Okay)
Hoy voy pa' la calle, lógico, un flow exótico (Eh, eh, eh)
Pa' hacerle pico son die' botello má' dice el pronóstico (Yeah)
No hice fila, les pasé por encima 'el tráfico
No compare' mi flow, que e' caro como un económico (Ey)
Roncarme, no sea' estúpido
Jajaja
El OG, ey
La Asociación de lo' 90 piquete, cabrón
Jajaja
Le he dicho un par de vece' ya, cabrón
No te vo’a mentir
No capeamo' feka never
Ammu-Nation, what' up?
Gold2 Latin Music, nigga

(translation)

The Association of the '90 picket, bastard
light it up
Turn on one and let's make money, dammit
This is very simple, yah
(Hey)
I came out from below', there were hardly any options' (Yah)
But I know that I was not satisfied with being a runner (No)
I always dreamed of being more, but shut up (True)
Because I've seen the most talkative shit hit the ground like Bronner
(Prr-prr-prr-prr)
Tira'o pa' 'back, I looked at the clock, the time is money, dou (Is money, hey)
I'm like that, you don't like the picket line, sorry, bro
I am the chosen one and they are all warned (Ah; hey)
who are about to be fired
Because another with this flow has never been born, and (Yeh, yeh, yeh)
Problem' in the street there is not (Everything real; there is not)
Neither' problem and' money, pai' (No, no, yah)
Thanks Dio for giving me one more day for me to follow rulay (Let's get it)
It was my turn, we already left the stand-by (Yeh)
Today I'm going to the street, logical, an exotic flow (Eh, eh, eh)
To make it peak, there are ten more bottles, says the prognosis (Yeah)
I did not line up, I passed them over 'the traffic (Hey)
Don't compare my flow, which is as expensive as a cheap one (Okay)
And without lowering it all day I wake up with a purpose
(Ah, ah, ah; uh, uh; prr)
Bill until there are no digits on the check (Yeah; ah)
Because to spend I'm not shy (Prr)
And to confront me you have to be, I'm not stupid, hey
(Ah; hey; prr-prr)
I hit the button (Uh-huh)
And I almost moved my game to the plane (Yes, sir)
Take care that because of his bulk he crosses the line of betrayal
(prr, prr, prr-prr)
And they nickname you in the street like a mouse (What you said?)
And I pressed the button (Prr-prr-prr)
And I almost moved my game to the plane (Hold up)
Take care that because of his bulk he crosses the line of betrayal (Yeah)
And they nickname you in the street like a mouse (Hey; what you said?; uh, uh, uh)
(Miky Woodz)
Maybe friend' I don't have much' maybe' (No)
For being real and never wearing a costume, hey (hey)
Bring me a couple of babie' made' that are well customized' (Everything real)
Now for the baby I have a cold bank account for him (Hey; yeh-yeh-yeh)
I don't think snoring is a good idea (Yi-yi-yi)
If my enemy's wife I have her as an ally (Hey-ey)
The 'outfit is Dolce Gabbana or Prada (Haha)
I put the 'babie' in, and then 'they want to be my' employee' (Yi-yi-yi;
prr-prr-prr)
They' live in a lie, I support the real (Uh, uh, uh)
I do not betray and for mine I kill if I have to kill (Brr)
I pressed the button, I don't need to snore anymore (Hey)
It's that the picket line was fainy, and they were going to leave (Heh; yeah)
I'm so real that they even gave me a polygraph (Yeah)
The one who said that you get feka, my sister ', he scammed you
(But what's wrong with you bastard?)
I'm going to write a verse and the pen catches fire (Hold up)
The one with the most hijueputa flow, the favorite 'and the' photographer', I'm done (Yah; pra!)
I hit the button (Uh-huh)
And I almost moved my game to the plane (Hey, hey, hey)
Take care that because of his bulk he crosses the line of betrayal
(prr, prr, prr-prr)
And they nickname you in the street like a mouse (What you said?)
And I pressed the button (Prr-prr-prr)
And I almost moved my game to the plane (Hold up)
Take care that because of his bulk he crosses the line of betrayal (Yeh; hey)
And they nickname you in the street like a mouse (Okay)
Today I'm going to the street, logical, an exotic flow (Eh, eh, eh)
To make it peak, there are ten more bottles, says the prognosis (Yeah)
I did not queue, I passed them over 'the traffic
Don't compare 'my flow, which is' expensive as an economic one (Hey)
Snoring, don't be stupid
Ha ha ha
The OG, hey
The Association of the '90 picket, bastard
Ha ha ha
I've told him a couple of times already, bastard
I'm not going to lie to you
We don't copeamo' feka never
Ammu-Nation, what's up?
Gold2 Latin Music, nigga