Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shooters , by - Yulian. Release date: 18.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Shooters(original) |
| La Mafia The Creator |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yulian |
| MAFIA (brr, brr, yeah) |
| Aprendan mis hijo |
| Tengo tiradore' arriba el rufo, papeles verde sin identidad |
| Caja de bala que ya no uso, mucha de alta calidad |
| Tengo tiradore' arriba el rufo, papeles verde sin identidad |
| Caja de bala que ya no uso, mucha de alta calidad (brrrr) |
| Tengo tiradore' arriba el rufo, papeles verde sin identidad |
| Caja de bala que ya no uso, mucha de alta calidad (brrrr) |
| Tengo tiradore' arriba el rufo, papeles verde sin identidad |
| Caja de bala que ya no uso, mucha de alta calidad |
| Cuando salimo' yo siempre abuso porque a mi me gusta to la ropa italiana |
| El Ziploc lleno de verde tirao' en la cama |
| Por el tejido cubano parezco de La Habana |
| Presidende a lo Obama (ma boss) |
| Te dice que ta' en su casa y me llama |
| Conocen el de cali' son pura colombiana |
| Con lo bolo y la cadena pichando en la mañana |
| Negro hablamo mañana (swerve) |
| Tengo que me odia y me ama |
| Ahora que me duermo uno no sabe mañana |
| Lo cocolo moreno que a ti te pasan la plana |
| Me olvide por la Xanax (gang) |
| (translation) |
| The Mafia The Creator |
| yeah yeah |
| Yulian |
| MAFIA (brr, brr, yeah) |
| learn my son |
| I have a shooter above the rufo, green papers without identity |
| Bullet box I no longer use, lots of high quality |
| I have a shooter above the rufo, green papers without identity |
| Bullet box that I no longer use, a lot of high quality (brrrr) |
| I have a shooter above the rufo, green papers without identity |
| Bullet box that I no longer use, a lot of high quality (brrrr) |
| I have a shooter above the rufo, green papers without identity |
| Bullet box I no longer use, lots of high quality |
| When we go out I always abuse because I like all Italian clothes |
| The Ziploc full of green tirao' on the bed |
| Because of the Cuban fabric I look like I'm from Havana |
| Preside like Obama (ma boss) |
| He tells you that he is at his house and he calls me |
| They know the one from Cali' they are pure Colombian |
| With the gig and the chain pitching in the morning |
| Black talk tomorrow (swerve) |
| I have to hate me and love me |
| Now that I fall asleep one does not know tomorrow |
| The brown cocolo that they pass the flat to you |
| I forgot for the Xanax (gang) |