Lyrics of Cleopatra - yung beef, Cookin Soul

Cleopatra (original)

Cleopatra
Cleopatra
Cleopatra
Que pasa baby, te olvidaste 'e los pobres
Mira pal' cielo ahora te escrito mi nombre
Nunca pensabas que yo sería tu hombre
La primera vez que me viste yo estaba pelando cobre
Yo llegue aquí por necesidad, tú por instinto
Piénsalo bien, zorra, no somo' tan distinto'
Comiendo langostino', bebiendo vino tinto
Y si quieres algo de postre, tú dime, yo te lo pinto
La faraona, esa chape e' una estafadora
Te quita las llaves y se va a doscientos por hora
Ella esta en el Cuore y su marío' en la mecedora
Ella es joseadora, cantaora y bailaora
Me vuelve loco necesito un psiquiatra
Me han visto con capos como Frank Sinatra
Necesito una mala, tu necesitas más plata
Que lo que, Cleopatra
Cleopatra
Cleopatra
Cleopatra
Baby la nieve es mas espesa que la sangre
Come más zorra nunca tienes hambre
Yo soy el mejor, no hay hijo puta que me iguale
Yo soy el mejor, no hay segundas oportunidades
Muchos se han virao' es una pena
Muchos se han tirao' ninguno vuela
Como yo vuelo estos lilas se creen que vuelan
Se creen que brillan, lo que brilla e' mi cadena
Enamorao' de billetes, no me fió de ellos
Negociando con las majors como si son camellos
Tengo somalís, colgaos en mi cuello
Por mi madre que si veo a esa puta la atropello
Yung Beef, Sucia
Cooking Soul, Los Papasitos

(translation)

Cleopatra
Cleopatra
Cleopatra
What's up baby, you forgot 'and the poor
Look to heaven, now I'm writing you my name
You never thought that I would be your man
The first time you saw me I was stripping copper
I came here out of necessity, you out of instinct
Think about it, bitch, we are not 'so different'
Eating shrimp, drinking red wine
And if you want something for dessert, you tell me, I'll paint it for you
The pharaoh, that chape is a scammer
She takes your keys and goes two hundred an hour
She is in the Cuore and her husband is hers 'in the rocking chair
She is a joseadora, singer and dancer
It drives me crazy I need a psychiatrist
I've been seen with kingpins like Frank Sinatra
I need a bad one, you need more money
That what, Cleopatra
Cleopatra
Cleopatra
Cleopatra
Baby the snow is thicker than blood
eat more bitch you're never hungry
I am the best, there is no son of a bitch who equals me
I am the best, there are no second chances
Many have turned 'it's a shame
Many have been thrown 'none flies
As I fly these lilacs think they fly
They think they shine, what shines is my chain
In love with bills, I didn't trust them
Negotiating with the majors as if they were camels
I got Somalians, hang on my neck
For my mother, if I see that bitch, I run over her
Yung Beef, Dirty
Cooking Soul, Los Papasitos