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Buitre
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Buitre was released on February 25, 2022 by LIL SUPA' as a part of the album Yeyo
AlbumYeyo
February 25, 2022
LabelLIL SUPA'
LanguageSpanish
BPM78
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Flee Lord
Lo que quieres tú
No tengo nada, ¿vale?
Arranca pa' allá, mamahuevo
[Verse 2]
Eagle eye shooter, ojos en la nuca
Gotta get that dirt off yo' shoulder and take a look out
Mantén la mente astuta, moral impoluta
Falsa yunta, sal de la ruta por hijueputa
[Verse 3]
Quieren lo que tienes, tus bienes, semen y yenes
Con leyes de hielo, se llegan siempre que les conviene
Si les eres fieles, crueles te hieren con varias pieles
They say "Real recognize the realest" (Hell yeah!)
[Verse 4]
Antes no tenías ni un duro y no había chulos
Ahora vieron que eres número uno y salen zamuros
Cuando el cielo se torna gris oscuro no ves ninguno, you know?
¿Que te querían cagar el muro? Fanculo
[Verse 5]
Carroñeros que odian, nunca te nombran
Solo son buitres que envidian tu obra y comen las sobras
Mamahuevos, jalabolas, te acechan desde las sombras
Solo aparecen cuando cobras, no jodas
[Verse 6]
Arranca pa' allá, chico (Camínala, camínala, camínala)
Que no te sale na', bicho
Por maldito
Te pica ese hueco 'el culo o eres-
Arranca pa' allá, chico (Fucking vultures)
Que no te sale na', bicho
Por maldito
Te pica ese hueco 'el-
[Verse 7]
Lord Mobb music group, these drums make me (Doo-doo-doo)
Rolling in the truck by twenty-one, I might use the cooked up
Ruger's in my cougar bag, cruising ave's I used to catch
Shooters laugh at twelve while we yell and let the music blast
[Verse 8]
The whole year takeover, going down, break's over
Next fucking deal lord, I'ma get the Range Rover
10K a verse, the shrimp flavor burst
Eating lamb on my 'Gram, sipping 'pagne on the first
[Verse 9]
And ya **** know the protocol when a real soldier's born
Blowing off cannons while you standing there holding balls
Got your leg in my life nah you fetty you hife
I just rolled the big choppa now they're dragging me like
[Verse 10]
Had to weaponize my waist 'cause they recognize my face
Each pack these **** down before they step inside my space
Went from cells in big queens, to twelve-sixteen
Never took a chance to fail but loving these big dreams
[Verse 11]
Floatin' on a major deacon, broke but now my paper speaking
Neighbor's eating, used to play the lobby for like 80 beatings
Took a break from the raw, went straight on the tour
Came back and tried to trap, but the weight wasn't pure
[Verse 12]
I came back and tried to trap, but the weight wasn't pure
(Gimme that fucking rule, you fucking vulture)
Te pica ese hueco 'el- (Get outta here)
Castellanos
Written by: David Paul Cordova, Marlon Morales

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