Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song WICKR , by - yung beef. Release date: 14.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
WICKR(original) |
| Uh, ey |
| 'To e' la Costa del Sur |
| Dímelo, Seco |
| Camin (Yeah), ah |
| Ey, ey, ey |
| Lo' noto frío, frío |
| Yo me busqué lo mío |
| Hablan de caserío y mucho que yo me he jodí'o |
| La vida y sus problema', no to’a la movie es bella |
| Este niño pasó hambre, ahora mi nombre en la nueva |
| 'Toy viviendo vida 'e un gángster sin tener que vender coca (Sheesh) |
| Pa' hablar mierda de mí saca mis huevos de tu boca |
| La calle siempre ha esta’o mala, aquí el más duro se equivoca |
| No ponga' bozal a esa perra y deja 'e ladre como loca |
| Tengo más huevos que tú, también tengo más cora' |
| Esto es la calle, puta, esto no e' la consola |
| Lo que tú hace' es basura aunque ahora esté de moda |
| Voy a seguir siendo tu padre, salisteis to’s de mi' bola' |
| Esto es la Costa del Sur, marihuana y Coca-Cola |
| Lo' niño' haciendo flush, con el Wickr a todas hora' |
| Te echaron de Marbella, ahora te queda' en Barcelona |
| A mí no me hables de motora si nunca has visto una goma |
| Lo' noto frío, frío |
| Yo me busqué lo mío |
| Hablan de caserío, mucho que yo me he jodí'o |
| La vida y sus problema', no to’a la movie es bella |
| Este niño pasó hambre y ahora mi nombre en la nueva |
| Metido en la calle en un punto, tre' año' vendiendo perico-co |
| No vengan de gángster', que tienen pistola', que buscan delito'-to' |
| Conexión con magrebí' en El Puche, los niño' vendiendo la' chuche' |
| Mi madre no llora porque si me llora y tú te pone' bravo te apago la' luce' |
| Las puta' son más puta', cabrón, le' faltan raza |
| El dinero es el dinero y muero porque entre en mi casa |
| En lo' barrio' me respetan, yo no sé qué te pasa |
| Estamo' en el negocio y muero porque entre en mi casa |
| Tengo más corazón que tú |
| También tengo más polla |
| También tengo más droga |
| También tengo más joya', uh |
| Kefta Boys, Kefta Boys, swag-men |
| Que Dios bendiga al Joshua, a mi Camin, a mi Yemel |
| A mi Ali, no tomo tranquis ni palis |
| Me mato lo' nervio' matando la liga en los partie' |
| Mucha agua' sideale' si no eres calle, no eres hari |
| Millonario', criminale' en los McLaren y en los 'Rraris, skrrt |
| No soy tu pare, soy tu abuelo, uh |
| Te vo' a enseña' cómo e' el respeto, oh |
| Si estoy aquí, a guardar respeto |
| Si no da' la cara, en la espalda te la aprieto |
| Lo' noto frío, frío |
| Yo me busqué lo mío |
| Hablan de caserío y mucho que yo me he jodí'o |
| La vida y sus problema', no to’a la movie es bella |
| Este niño ha pasa’o hambre, ahora mi nombre en la nueva |
| Icemoon |
| (translation) |
| uh hey |
| 'To e' the South Coast |
| tell me dry |
| Walk (Yeah), ah |
| Hey Hey hey |
| I' notice it cold, cold |
| I looked for mine |
| They talk about farmhouses and a lot that I screwed up |
| Life and its problems', not every movie is beautiful |
| This kid went hungry, now my name on the new |
| 'Toy living life 'and a gangster without having to sell coke (Sheesh) |
| To talk shit about me take my eggs out of your mouth |
| The street has always been bad, here the toughest make mistakes |
| Don't muzzle that bitch and let her bark like crazy |
| I have more balls than you, I also have more heart |
| This is the street, whore, this is not the console |
| What you do' is rubbish even though it's fashionable now |
| I'm going to continue being your father, all of you came out of my ball |
| This is the South Coast, marijuana and Coca-Cola |
| The 'child' flushing, with Wickr at all times' |
| They kicked you out of Marbella, now you stay in Barcelona |
| Don't talk to me about motorboats if you've never seen a rubber |
| I' notice it cold, cold |
| I looked for mine |
| They talk about farmhouses, a lot that I screwed up |
| Life and its problems', not every movie is beautiful |
| This child went hungry and now my name on the new |
| Put on the street at one point, three 'years' selling perico-co |
| Don't come from a gangster', who have a gun', who are looking for a crime'-to' |
| Connection with the Maghreb' in El Puche, the children' selling the' candy' |
| My mother doesn't cry because if she cries for me and you say 'bravo, I'll turn off the lights' |
| The whores are more whores, you bastard, they lack race |
| Money is money and I'm dying because it comes into my house |
| In the neighborhood they respect me, I don't know what's wrong with you |
| We're in the business and I'm dying because he comes into my house |
| I have more heart than you |
| I also have more dick |
| I also have more drugs |
| I also have more jewels, uh |
| Kefta Boys, Kefta Boys, swag-men |
| May God bless Joshua, my Camin, my Yemel |
| To my Ali, I don't drink tranquis or palis |
| I kill my nerve by killing the league in the parties |
| A lot of water 'sideale' if you're not street, you're not hari |
| Millionaire', criminale' in the McLarens and in the 'Rraris, skrrt |
| I'm not your father, I'm your grandfather, uh |
| I'll teach you how to respect, oh |
| If I'm here, to keep respect |
| If you don't show your face, I'll squeeze your back |
| I' notice it cold, cold |
| I looked for mine |
| They talk about farmhouses and a lot that I screwed up |
| Life and its problems', not every movie is beautiful |
| This child has been hungry, now my name in the new |
| Icemoon |