Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Party de Maliantes, artist - Wetz Ft. Freemathehype, Danny Broken, Camini, Jeffy, Vinkey, BasiAlbum song Facts, in the genre Реггетон
Date of issue: 25.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wetz
Song language: Spanish
Party de Maliantes(original) |
Te damos con la 5/12, salimos de noche |
Las cortas, los palos, las balas reparto pa' to' mis enemigos |
Aquí no queremos ni un sapo andamos con un par de asesinos |
Esto es un party de maliantes |
No queremos farsantes |
L’AR tambores y kilos |
Ready pa' todos mi enemigos |
Cabrón todos vamos a matarte |
Esto es un party de maliantes |
No queremos farsantes |
L’AR tambores y kilos |
Ready pa' todos mi enemigos |
Cabrón todos vamos a matarte |
A tu puta ya todos le dimos, aquí no hay amigos |
Me textiaste como arrepentido |
Agarre mi cartucho de 30 y salí a cazar con mis 2 palestinos |
Aquí no te puedes esconder, las balas te van a llover |
I bet you gonna lose, you a lame |
Cut my grass low see the snakes |
Ain’t give two fucks what you say |
Déjame montar el tambor, hey |
La silencer puesto en la glock, hey |
Me empepo con Oxycodone, hey |
La perky, la mary y tu hoe |
Nunca traiciones a alguien que te es leal |
No muerdas la mano vamos a guerrear |
Te quisiste quedar con mi jeva |
Ahora que se todo quédatela |
No quiero mas judas a mi vera |
Switchin' lanes like Tory, making money dentro mi cartera |
Roto, roto, roto, roto me quedé después de esa hoe |
Vamo' a buscarte a tu bloque, te escondes, tenemos la 40 a full… |
Un fuletazo te apaga la luz |
No te conocen ni a ti ni a tu crew |
Roncas de capo pero ni «mu» uh, uh, uh |
Esto es un party de maliantes |
No queremos farsantes |
L’AR tambores y kilos |
Ready pa' todos mi enemigos |
Cabrón todos vamos a matarte |
Esto es un party de maliantes |
No queremos farsantes |
L’AR tambores y kilos |
Ready pa' todos mi enemigos |
Cabrón todos vamos a matarte |
Me compré un cuatro cero, me pegué una glock, glock |
Sigo invicto cinco cero como Floyd |
El que mandó a matarme alguien lo mató |
Y si preguntan nadie sabe que, que lo que pasó, hey |
Los kilos en el Ghini, Los palos en el cajón |
Tu puta con Camini despegando en un avión |
Nos vamos pa' Miami a josiar otro millón |
O me quedo en el party pa' que aguanten la presión |
Todos los tigres salimos para ver quien es más quien |
Los palos y la corta mejor pórtate bien |
A mi nadie me ronca yo soy Lucifer |
Yo soy intocable no me pueden ver |
Soy fénix te miro de alto, quien viene con mucho lo parto |
Tu puta la clava, clavo como Jordan las clava dentro del asfalto |
Cabrón te metes polvo talco, silencio respeten los rangos |
De todo toditos estoy harto, vamo' a matarte |
Esto es un party de maliantes |
No queremos farsantes |
L’AR tambores y kilos |
Ready pa' todos mi enemigos |
Cabrón todos vamos a matarte |
Esto es un party de maliantes |
No queremos farsantes |
L’AR tambores y kilos |
Ready pa' todos mi enemigos |
Cabrón todos vamos a matarte |
Te escupe la full, no vayas de los Bulls si no eres |
Con nosotros la gente se muere, contra las paredes |
Te dejamos pegao' con nosotros no frenes |
Te jodemos los vienes de to' la herencia |
Tenemos lo que quieres y si lo quieres te tengo que ver de rodillas pidiendo |
clemencia |
Vamos a buscarte con o sin bakeo la calle me da los papeles como un Federal |
No te escondas te vamos a encontrar y te vamos a amarrar |
Y tu gente las flores que lleven las vamos a quemar |
Montao' en el Jeep pa' darte tu derrame y la sangre que tire que parezca de un |
animal |
Hey, un party de maliantes, saluden llegó el comandante |
Yo me monto pa' donde sea no me importa por donde tu andes |
Mando 30 carros con locos y palos de mientras tu loca me agarro |
Sin mancharme las manos suena el disparo, yo soy el producto mas caro |
Óyeme bien, yo hago que en tu cara la presión explote |
Dime klk (cabrón), cabrones mi nombre suena por to' el bloque |
Estos cabrones investigan mis letras, que si puntos, palos y 40's |
Pero aquí el que no respeta le cuadro la vuelta |
Esto es un party de maliantes |
No queremos farsantes |
L’AR tambores y kilos |
Ready pa' todos mi enemigos |
Cabrón todos vamos a matarte |
Esto es un party de maliantes |
No queremos farsantes |
L’AR tambores y kilos |
Ready pa' todos mi enemigos |
Cabrón todos vamos a matarte |
(translation) |
We give you 5/12, we go out at night |
The short ones, the sticks, the bullets I distribute pa' to' my enemies |
Here we don't want even a toad we walk with a couple of murderers |
This is a party of bad guys |
We don't want fakers |
L’AR drums and kilos |
Ready for all my enemies |
Bastard we are all going to kill you |
This is a party of bad guys |
We don't want fakers |
L’AR drums and kilos |
Ready for all my enemies |
Bastard we are all going to kill you |
We all hit your whore, there are no friends here |
You texted me like sorry |
I grabbed my 30 cartridge and went hunting with my 2 Palestinians |
You can't hide here, the bullets are going to rain down on you |
I bet you gonna lose, you a lame |
Cut my grass low see the snakes |
Ain't give two fucks what you say |
Let me ride the drum, hey |
Put the silencer on the glock, hey |
I get on Oxycodone, hey |
The perky, the mary and your hoe |
Never betray someone who is loyal to you |
Don't bite the hand we're going to war |
you wanted to stay with my jeva |
Now that I know everything, keep it |
I do not want more Judas to my side |
Switchin' lanes like Tory, making money inside my wallet |
Broken, broken, broken, broken I stayed after that hoe |
We are going to look for you in your block, you hide, we have the 40 to full… |
A fuletazo turns off the light |
They don't know you or your crew |
Capo snoring but not "mu" uh, uh, uh |
This is a party of bad guys |
We don't want fakers |
L’AR drums and kilos |
Ready for all my enemies |
Bastard we are all going to kill you |
This is a party of bad guys |
We don't want fakers |
L’AR drums and kilos |
Ready for all my enemies |
Bastard we are all going to kill you |
I bought myself a four zero, stuck a glock, glock |
I'm still undefeated five zero like Floyd |
The one who ordered to kill me someone killed him |
And if they ask nobody knows what, what happened, hey |
The kilos in the Ghini, the sticks in the drawer |
Your bitch with Camini taking off on a plane |
We're going to Miami to play another million |
Or I stay at the party so they can withstand the pressure |
All the tigers go out to see who is more who |
The sticks and the cut better behave well |
Nobody snores me, I'm Lucifer |
I am untouchable, they cannot see me |
I am a phoenix, I look at you from high, whoever comes with a lot, I deliver it |
Your bitch nails it, nails it like Jordan nails them into the asphalt |
Bastard you put talcum powder, silence respect the ranks |
I'm fed up with everything, we're going to kill you |
This is a party of bad guys |
We don't want fakers |
L’AR drums and kilos |
Ready for all my enemies |
Bastard we are all going to kill you |
This is a party of bad guys |
We don't want fakers |
L’AR drums and kilos |
Ready for all my enemies |
Bastard we are all going to kill you |
The full spits at you, don't go to the Bulls if you're not |
With us people die, against the walls |
We'll let you stick with us, don't stop |
We fuck you the come from to' the inheritance |
We have what you want and if you want it I have to see you on your knees asking |
clemency |
We are going to look for you with or without bakeo the street gives me the papers like a Federal |
Don't hide, we're going to find you and we're going to tie you up |
And your people we are going to burn the flowers they carry |
Ride 'in the Jeep to give you your spill and the blood that it throws that looks like a |
animal |
Hey, a party of bad guys, say hello, the commander has arrived |
I ride anywhere I don't care where you walk |
I command 30 cars with crazy and sticks while your crazy grabbed me |
Without getting my hands dirty, the shot sounds, I am the most expensive product |
Listen to me well, I make the pressure explode in your face |
Tell me klk (bastard), bastards my name sounds all over the block |
These bastards investigate my lyrics, what if points, sticks and 40's |
But here the one who does not respect the turn |
This is a party of bad guys |
We don't want fakers |
L’AR drums and kilos |
Ready for all my enemies |
Bastard we are all going to kill you |
This is a party of bad guys |
We don't want fakers |
L’AR drums and kilos |
Ready for all my enemies |
Bastard we are all going to kill you |