Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Southside, artist - yung beef. Date of issue: 07.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Southside(original) |
| Oh, no |
| Ayy, OldPurp (Ayy, OldPurp) |
| This is crazy |
| Su' zorra' me aman |
| Me siento como un McLaren |
| Me siento como un bolso Chanel |
| Cepa californiana, ropa italiana |
| La calle me llama, aunque esté contigo yo lo voy a coger |
| Y que esa rata se vire es normal |
| Y al que se vire no le deseo el mal |
| Porque yo ya hice maldad, no soy Hare Krishna |
| Te tiro en la barriga y sale por la crisma |
| Tu mamá con lágrima' |
| Tú no das la cara, matamo' a tu primo |
| La calle no cambia, siempre e' la misma |
| Tengo muchas puta', nunca es la misma |
| Menore' que por mí perderían la vida |
| La droga a ti te mata, a mí me da la vida |
| Prefiero la muerte que un plan de huida |
| Si entra' a esta vida, bitch, no hay salida |
| Chúpala bien, dale má' saliva |
| Face down, puta, el culo arriba |
| Redondea pa' arriba, la bitch 'tá encendida |
| Lo quería en el bollo, lo eché en la barriga |
| Ey, mamá, las cosas ya no son como eran |
| Me tienen que aguantar aunque no quieran |
| Los menore' me dicen «Beef, cógelo chill |
| Quédate con el baby, matamo' por ti» (Ayy, OldPurp) |
| Las cosa' ya no son como eran |
| Me tienen que aguantar aunque no quieran |
| Los menore' me aman, matan por mí |
| Cuando me muera no llore' por mí |
| Su' zorra' me aman |
| Me siento como un Rari |
| Me siento como un bolso Chanel |
| Cepa californiana, ropa italiana |
| La calle me llama, aunque esté contigo yo lo voy a coger |
| Y que esa rata se vire es normal |
| Pa' lo' feka' tenemo' Big Mac |
| Tie' maldad, no es un Hare Krishna |
| Te tiro en la barriga y sale por la crisma |
| Tu mamá con lágrima' |
| Tú no da' la cara, matamo' a tu primo |
| La calle no cambia, siempre e' la misma |
| Tengo muchas puta', nunca e' la misma |
| No te vo’a mentí, lo admito |
| Mi música me ha converti’o en drogadicto |
| Pero estoy en santería, tú en sacrificio |
| Porque tengo ladrillo' como un edificio |
| Tengo familia que están en el vicio |
| Si jode' con mi negocio me desquicio |
| Tengo a par de puta' con pelo riza’o |
| Tengo a par de puta' con el pelo liso |
| Mi familia es mi orgullo, es mi dinero |
| Te lo juro por Dio', no joda' con eso |
| Mi mamá diciendo que no la quiero, y |
| Mi puta diciendo que no la quiero |
| Vuestra' puta' comiéndome to' los huevo' |
| Me he gasta’o dos mil euro' en unos vaquero' |
| No llaméi' pa' arreglar, yo no soy mecánico |
| Bitch, yo soy el pánico, llamate al loquero |
| Si los diamante' no son VVS no los quiero |
| Puta, tengo tiempo |
| De por vida tengo un relojero |
| Tú está fingiendo que ere' verdadero |
| Tengo un demonio en el babero |
| En el barrio me tienen amor verdadero |
| Que yo estoy en la' mala', tú está' en lo bueno |
| Que no gano nada cuando soy bueno, no-oh, no-oh |
| Tú no quería' entrar a la casa y tuve que entrarle yo |
| (Patada en la puerta) Que sus proteja Dio' |
| (Te tiro entre la ceja) Tu face se jodió |
| Le di cien gramo' a mi hermano y nunca volvió |
| Tú pregunta' en el barrio, el Seco resolvió |
| Flippeaba, joseaba, y al que debía nunca se olvidó (Nunca se olvidó) |
| Mira, nunca se olvidó |
| Su' zorra' me aman |
| Me siento como un Rari |
| Me siento como un bolso Chanel |
| Cepa californiana, ropa italiana |
| La calle me llama, aunque esté contigo yo lo voy a coger |
| Y que esa rata se vire es normal |
| Pa' lo' feka' tenemo' Big Mac |
| Tienen maldad, no son Hare Krishna |
| Te tiro en la barriga y sale por la crisma |
| Tu mamá con lágrima' |
| Tú no da' la cara, matamo' a tu primo |
| La calle no cambia, siempre e' la misma |
| Tengo muchas puta', nunca es la misma |
| Tú no quería' entra' a la casa y tuve que entrarle yo (Patada en la puerta) |
| Sus proteja Dio' (Ayy, OldPurp; te tiro entre la ceja) |
| Tu fe se jodió |
| This is crazy |
| Le di cien gramo' a mi hermano y nunca volvió |
| (translation) |
| Oh no |
| Ayy, OldPurp (Ayy, OldPurp) |
| This is crazy |
| Your' bitch' love me |
| I feel like a McLaren |
| I feel like a Chanel bag |
| Californian strain, Italian clothing |
| The street calls me, even if I'm with you I'm going to take it |
| And that rat turning around is normal |
| And I do not wish evil to the one who turns |
| Because I already did evil, I am not Hare Krishna |
| I shoot you in the belly and it comes out through the neck |
| Your mom with tears |
| You don't show your face, we kill your cousin |
| The street doesn't change, it's always the same |
| I have many bitches, it's never the same |
| Menore' who would lose their lives for me |
| The drug kills you, it gives me life |
| I prefer death to an escape plan |
| If you enter this life, bitch, there is no way out |
| Suck it well, give it more saliva |
| Face down, bitch, ass up |
| Round it up, the bitch is on |
| I wanted it in the bun, I put it in the belly |
| Hey, mom, things are not like they used to be |
| They have to put up with me even if they don't want to |
| The minors' tell me «Beef, take it chill |
| Stay with the baby, we kill for you» (Ayy, OldPurp) |
| Things' are no longer as they were |
| They have to put up with me even if they don't want to |
| The minore' love me, they kill for me |
| When I die, don't cry for me |
| Your' bitch' love me |
| I feel like a Rari |
| I feel like a Chanel bag |
| Californian strain, Italian clothing |
| The street calls me, even if I'm with you I'm going to take it |
| And that rat turning around is normal |
| Pa' lo' feka' we have' Big Mac |
| He's evil, he's not a Hare Krishna |
| I shoot you in the belly and it comes out through the neck |
| Your mom with tears |
| You don't show your face, we kill your cousin |
| The street doesn't change, it's always the same |
| I have many bitches, it's never the same |
| I did not lie to you, I admit it |
| My music has turned me into a drug addict |
| But I'm in Santeria, you in sacrifice |
| Because I have brick' like a building |
| I have family who are addicted |
| If you fuck with my business I go crazy |
| I have a couple of whores with curly hair |
| I have a couple of bitches with straight hair |
| My family is my pride, it is my money |
| I swear to Dio, don't fuck with that |
| My mom saying I don't love her, and |
| My bitch saying I don't want her |
| Your' bitch' eating all' the eggs' |
| I have spent two thousand euros on some jeans |
| I didn't call to fix it, I'm not a mechanic |
| Bitch, I'm the panic, call the shrink |
| If the diamonds are not VVS, I don't want them |
| bitch i got time |
| For life I have a watchmaker |
| You are pretending that it is true |
| I have a demon in the bib |
| In the neighborhood they have me true love |
| That I'm in the 'bad', you're in the good |
| That I don't win anything when I'm good, no-oh, no-oh |
| You didn't want to enter the house and I had to enter it myself |
| (Kick in the door) May your God protect you |
| (I shoot you between the eyebrow) Your face is fucked |
| I gave a hundred grams to my brother and he never came back |
| Your question' in the neighborhood, El Seco resolved |
| He flipped, joseaba, and he never forgot who he owed (He never forgot) |
| Look, he never forgot |
| Your' bitch' love me |
| I feel like a Rari |
| I feel like a Chanel bag |
| Californian strain, Italian clothing |
| The street calls me, even if I'm with you I'm going to take it |
| And that rat turning around is normal |
| Pa' lo' feka' we have' Big Mac |
| They have evil, they are not Hare Krishna |
| I shoot you in the belly and it comes out through the neck |
| Your mom with tears |
| You don't show your face, we kill your cousin |
| The street doesn't change, it's always the same |
| I have many bitches, it's never the same |
| You didn't want to 'enter' the house and I had to enter it myself (Kick on the door) |
| Sus proteja Dio' (Ayy, OldPurp; I'll shoot you between the eyebrows) |
| your faith got screwed |
| This is crazy |
| I gave a hundred grams to my brother and he never came back |