Baby Father 2.0 Lyrics in English | YOVNGCHIMI, Myke Towers, Arcˆngel

Baby Father 2.0 YOVNGCHIMI, Myke Towers, Arcˆngel Lyrics

It’s gang
gang gang
(Ah, ah) Real Trapstar
I live like a Rockstar (Rockstar)
Walking with the ‘shooter’ in my roadster (With the ‘shooter’)
In the Hellcat we turn on the helicopter (The Hellcat)
The Baby Father as pa’ lo’ tiempo’ ‘el Boster (Baby Father)
The bargain in the club
Lo’ Diablo’ ‘e Lloren’, security didn’t even check (Lo’ Diablo’, smell it)
In the V.I.P. very crazy’ we took’ the’ Glock’ (Ah-ah)
I know it’s your baby, mommy but he died
He got hooked on the drip spending racks on Dior

This lifestyle is normal for me (Normal)
In the Raptor by Santurce, the ‘glizzy’ with a chip (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
To’a’ are fulete like Hydro and Spiff (Fulete)
With 50 devil’ on stage as Chief Keef (Hydreezy)
We are ‘in the fire, used to’ or ‘I don’t even burn anymore (Gang)
I go out for the partie’ empaleta’o, I do not let me (Lo’ Capo’)
To’ the’ shooter’ with the’ stick’ and with the’ new’ car’ (To’ the’ shooter’)
With the’ brother’, to’a’ the’ glizzy’ we set it’ on fire
We empty the comb, we change it and we give you again (Money Wayy)
They want to sound like me because we’ll change the game (Stash Money Gang)
I’ want to see the’ face’ when I bring a Lambo to Calle 4 and celebrate’ with Buchanan and the’ draco’
Tell me about the ticket and we’ll analyze the contract (Ticket boy)
Now they are a thousand if before’ they were dead’ I contract’ (Shhh, ah-ah)

They still don’t believe, it shows on their faces when they don’t see
We negotiate’ with the’ boss’ not rookie’ (Jodi’o rookie)
It’s the Money Wayy, bastard I have a corduroy, what? That’s lean (Dirty boy)
Dirty pop, Fanta and the codeine (Codeine)
Bastard, I do die for my team (My team)
The ‘bale’ in the bando, flow Yao Ming (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
9×19 the spring

real trap star
I live like a rockstar (Rockstar)
Walking with the ‘shooter’ in my roadster (With the ‘shooter’)
In the Hellcat we turn on the helicopter (Ah-ah-ah)
The Baby Father as pa’ lo’ tiempo’ ‘el Boster
The bargain in the club

Lo’ Diablo’ ‘e Lloren’, security nor checked (Los diablo’, huelebicho)
In the very crazy VIP’ we took out’ the’ Glock’ (The’ glizzy’)
I know it’s your baby, mommy but he died
He got hooked on the drip spending racks on Dior (he died, did you hear?)

Twenty thousand in some Jordan 1
I walk with respect for the tough
When they look over their shoulder I swear
That they feel inferior when they see me very sure
Real trapstar, Money Way and I know the way
All these whores get wet if I look closely
You look for it’ and you are’ prey for the’ crocodile’
Be careful because those percos have fentanyl
On the way to the house this looks like a bullfight

Snipers watching from above
All of mine crazy for taking out the ‘stick’ on the stage
The perfumed bales mocking the canine unit
Baby Father as in Harlem, Rich Porter
I will be aware of you the day I care
All jobs are coming without cutting
In all’ the’ state’ we are’ giving the’ hit’, okay
Look for someone to transport them, order them to escort him
If there is monkey’ on the coast, the mission abort
Those who did not believe, hang themselves for me
The bosses are pulling so that when I turn around I ride

I’m the realest trap nigga out here
Huh?

Hydro, what up?

If making money is a sin (Oh God)
Forgive me God, but the most delicate topic (Aha)
You know my situation, tell me Ricky how many there are (Tell him)
I laugh very mockingly, they are not ready for action (No)
Ah, that is a fact
Die’ in the face and chest
Give him thirty more to be satisfied
I bed your whore and I’m not done yet, huh? (LOL)
My life has been a roller coaster, who is Yeruza? (Yeh-yeh-yeh)
I’m going to show you how to use it
Going around the world in a high dose
Do you want to criticize me? they still lack

Life is short, coca is exported
I keep living as if nothing matters to me (Haha, Money Wayy)
My 40 never ‘and never behaves
Well disrespectful, nobody can stand me (Gang, gang)

real trap star
I live like a rockstar (Rockstar)
Walking with the ‘shooter’ in my roadster (With the ‘shooter’)
In the Hellcat we turn on the helicopter (The Hellcat)
The Baby Father as pa’ lo’ tiempo’ ‘el Boster
The bargain in the club
The thing about Caimito Quintana, like he entered me
I nailed myself to the one who in the VIP beat me up
She says she doesn’t fall in love but she got hooked

I took her to Prada, Chanel and Dior

I am your Baby Father, the piece hooks up with the scanners
With Lo’ Diablo’ de Lloren’, we’re going to fuck the’ plane’
Don’t be a fan of killing me, son of a bitch
I’m going to teach you how the glope executes you
We shoot you for the neck without giving you a break
Making blood run, this is Money Wayy (Haha)
Throwing up the prosecutor, because he couldn’t take it
We turned you on to the draco and you swallowed the glass
They want flow to wallow, the whores this bug to hang themselves
The one who enters here has no chance (Real G)
The ‘bullet’ leave you in a trance (Hahahaha)
To my ‘enemy’ that they suck the bug and that they rest in peace

Baby Father of all the baby mothers
Bastard, I’m going to make your bitch lose control
The motors of all the elevators were burned
And pa’ ‘where you, all the ‘devil’ got off from the Explorer (Hahahaha)
Yachtyou fell, you already died
Real G4 Life, son of a bitch you already screwed yourself
(We will not ‘see’ in another life, bastard’s song) (Yeah, aha)

Look who came again from the party (It’s me)
In mine for’or like the one of the Ferrari (Yeah)
There in La Perla capping, in Denali (Tell him, Nally)
The Baby Ark for the time’ ‘and Cali (Bitch)
We get into your neighborhood, no one does it the way we do it (No)
The devils of Santurce know how we move (Ah-ah)

We fuck with a bitch’ but we never don’t ‘envolvemo’ (No)
The family does not die, we snore ‘because we can’, so that you know’ (Auh)
The one who comes out to twist ‘, I engage him (I engage him)
I’m a boss in MedellÍn and I’m not Pablo (I’m not Pablo)
Huelebicho, so you understand what I’m talking about
I have horsepower and pair of donkey’ in the stable
I saw Al Capone, rode in my machine
I walk through your alley and leave a trail of bastard (Prr)
You left kidnapped or even though you left groomed (Wow)
I leave him dancing like Rauw with Mickey Mouse, wow

Yay, I’m a trapstar, I live like a rockstar (Yeah, yeah)
Walking with the ‘shooter’ in my roadster (Auh)
In the Hellcat we turn on the helicopter (Prr)

The Baby Arca as for the ‘time’ ‘the Boster (Auh)
The bargain in the club
Lo’ Diablo’ in La Calma, security didn’t even check (No)
In the V.I.P. very crazy’ we took’ the’ Glock’ (Haha)
I know it’s your baby, mommy, but he died (Wow)
He got hooked on the drip spending racks on Dior

austin baby
The MA
Haha
Baby Father, the baby goat
Real G4 Life, baby
motherfuckers
YOVNGCHIMI!

Archangel, pa
So that you know
It’s Myke Towers, baby Moneywayy!
demons on the road
*Yeruza*
Hydro, Hydreezy
Don’t confuse you’
Hydro! The New Face
This is the remix! Aja Aja
Tell me Nyxto, we are really son of a bitch, they have not seen
Bassy!
Llorens Torres
Real G4 Life, forever
The Metro, Santurce

EHXX The Professor
It’s the money way, yeah
That’s the only way, nigga
It’s Flow Factory
Yeruza, rest in peace
JS4E, bitch
Yes, directly from La Calma Suite, aww!
capisce?
Santurce in the house, hahaha
Double l
(Money Wayy)
money wayy
The Money Route
Real G4 Life, baby

So that you understand, son of a bitch
the dream team