Mis Amigos
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📜 Lyrics
(Con amor vienes a casa)
(Y, quizá porque estoy triste)
We don't got a lot to say, ironically (te preguntes qué me pasa)
Vez a la semana
You know I don't be trying to catch up (con amor vienes a casa)
(Y, quizá porque estoy triste) reminiscing all that
(Te preguntes qué me pasa) nobody got time for it, man
(De noche) whoa, whoa I had to get it, nothing fell in place, I felt the hate (no)
You hit the shit, it melt your face and then you fell from grace
Favela traits, a felon's fate, I managed to escape (whoa)
Now I just fumigate the stage, get cameras in my face
Bitch wanna taste, might end up with a banana in her waist (ayayay)
Made a flint, she made a face, she won't let a niche go to waste (no she won't)
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, not to mention
The Jesus piece glistens, but I'm not a Christian, pray for guap and chicken (yo)
Politician, pop up with a quiet engine, make a statement (hello)
Heard death and sleep was related, no more time getting wasted
We celebrated it in them places, unfamiliar faces (ya)
Your money come in other shades, speak in different languages
My flow is stupid like I bit the paint chip, Ignoramus
She got my grip looking like a Danish and my bitch is Danish (and my bitch is Danish)
I heard your tape, that shit was anus, I ain't one to play with
Bitch couldn't stop staring at the bracelet, had to get the LASIK (una vez a la semana)
Woah (con amor vienes a casa), I got some different type of friends
(Y, quizá porque estoy triste) you wouldn't have an idea though
(Te preguntes qué me pasa) you know, the quiet type
(De noche) real quiet
(Vez a la semana, con amor vienes a casa) nah, we don't reminisce like that
(Y, quizá porque estoy triste) there's no greater gift than the present
(Te preguntes qué me pasa) you understand me? (De noche)
Woah, every time I ate, there was a hun involved, you bumped a god (you bumped a god)
Nothing's odd, having heaven on earth, you'd think I wasn't flawed (ok)
The homies got radar though And they always know when something's off
You, wasn't involved, but frontin' like you done it, bitch, I'm done with y'all
Shorty bad as fuck, but I ain't answerin'
A million thirsty dudes clamorin', but I ain't panderin', lit the wood, let the cancer in
Count the bread and let the sample spin, dismantle it
Played your shit a few times, but really wasn't a fan of it (now we wasn't fuckin' with that)
My scenery is ambient, expensive dinner was candlelit
Grew up watchin' my old man sniff, I was slick, flip the manuscript (I had to flip this whole shit)
Can you picture me ten years ago? Every dream broken
Regular routine, always bein' where the fiends smokin' (oh my god)
Seem hopeless now I'm seen comin' out of the Green Lotus
With a queen who might be in vogue, who opened off the mean quotes-us? (whoa)
Seriously potin', no smokescreen, no pitch
All my shit is corrosive, lethal dosage, dawg, my panadopis, wow (una vez a la semana)
(Con amor vienes a casa) none of the culprits around me
(Y, quizá porque estoy triste) not really the conversational types, you know what I mean?
(Te preguntes qué me pasa)
(Vez a la semana) not the type to pass you a blunt, either (con amor vienes a casa)
(Y, quizá porque estoy triste) may crack a joke or two, but
(Te preguntes qué me pasa) only talkin' bout bandin' this bitch (de noche)
Biggest in the county
I'm one-time, whoa
Pura grasa pa
(Y, quizá porque estoy triste)
We don't got a lot to say, ironically (te preguntes qué me pasa)
Vez a la semana
You know I don't be trying to catch up (con amor vienes a casa)
(Y, quizá porque estoy triste) reminiscing all that
(Te preguntes qué me pasa) nobody got time for it, man
(De noche) whoa, whoa I had to get it, nothing fell in place, I felt the hate (no)
You hit the shit, it melt your face and then you fell from grace
Favela traits, a felon's fate, I managed to escape (whoa)
Now I just fumigate the stage, get cameras in my face
Bitch wanna taste, might end up with a banana in her waist (ayayay)
Made a flint, she made a face, she won't let a niche go to waste (no she won't)
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, not to mention
The Jesus piece glistens, but I'm not a Christian, pray for guap and chicken (yo)
Politician, pop up with a quiet engine, make a statement (hello)
Heard death and sleep was related, no more time getting wasted
We celebrated it in them places, unfamiliar faces (ya)
Your money come in other shades, speak in different languages
My flow is stupid like I bit the paint chip, Ignoramus
She got my grip looking like a Danish and my bitch is Danish (and my bitch is Danish)
I heard your tape, that shit was anus, I ain't one to play with
Bitch couldn't stop staring at the bracelet, had to get the LASIK (una vez a la semana)
Woah (con amor vienes a casa), I got some different type of friends
(Y, quizá porque estoy triste) you wouldn't have an idea though
(Te preguntes qué me pasa) you know, the quiet type
(De noche) real quiet
(Vez a la semana, con amor vienes a casa) nah, we don't reminisce like that
(Y, quizá porque estoy triste) there's no greater gift than the present
(Te preguntes qué me pasa) you understand me? (De noche)
Woah, every time I ate, there was a hun involved, you bumped a god (you bumped a god)
Nothing's odd, having heaven on earth, you'd think I wasn't flawed (ok)
The homies got radar though And they always know when something's off
You, wasn't involved, but frontin' like you done it, bitch, I'm done with y'all
Shorty bad as fuck, but I ain't answerin'
A million thirsty dudes clamorin', but I ain't panderin', lit the wood, let the cancer in
Count the bread and let the sample spin, dismantle it
Played your shit a few times, but really wasn't a fan of it (now we wasn't fuckin' with that)
My scenery is ambient, expensive dinner was candlelit
Grew up watchin' my old man sniff, I was slick, flip the manuscript (I had to flip this whole shit)
Can you picture me ten years ago? Every dream broken
Regular routine, always bein' where the fiends smokin' (oh my god)
Seem hopeless now I'm seen comin' out of the Green Lotus
With a queen who might be in vogue, who opened off the mean quotes-us? (whoa)
Seriously potin', no smokescreen, no pitch
All my shit is corrosive, lethal dosage, dawg, my panadopis, wow (una vez a la semana)
(Con amor vienes a casa) none of the culprits around me
(Y, quizá porque estoy triste) not really the conversational types, you know what I mean?
(Te preguntes qué me pasa)
(Vez a la semana) not the type to pass you a blunt, either (con amor vienes a casa)
(Y, quizá porque estoy triste) may crack a joke or two, but
(Te preguntes qué me pasa) only talkin' bout bandin' this bitch (de noche)
Biggest in the county
I'm one-time, whoa
Pura grasa pa
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.14] (Con amor vienes a casa)
[00:04.80] (Y, quizá porque estoy triste)
[00:07.07] We don't got a lot to say, ironically (te preguntes qué me pasa)
[00:12.09] Vez a la semana
[00:14.79] You know I don't be trying to catch up (con amor vienes a casa)
[00:17.71] (Y, quizá porque estoy triste) reminiscing all that
[00:21.03] (Te preguntes qué me pasa) nobody got time for it, man
[00:23.87] (De noche) whoa, whoa I had to get it, nothing fell in place, I felt the hate (no)
[00:28.87] You hit the shit, it melt your face and then you fell from grace
[00:32.46] Favela traits, a felon's fate, I managed to escape (whoa)
[00:35.61] Now I just fumigate the stage, get cameras in my face
[00:38.84] Bitch wanna taste, might end up with a banana in her waist (ayayay)
[00:41.73] Made a flint, she made a face, she won't let a niche go to waste (no she won't)
[00:45.48] The road to hell is paved with good intentions, not to mention
[00:48.41] The Jesus piece glistens, but I'm not a Christian, pray for guap and chicken (yo)
[00:51.96] Politician, pop up with a quiet engine, make a statement (hello)
[00:54.98] Heard death and sleep was related, no more time getting wasted
[00:57.94] We celebrated it in them places, unfamiliar faces (ya)
[01:01.10] Your money come in other shades, speak in different languages
[01:04.16] My flow is stupid like I bit the paint chip, Ignoramus
[01:07.36] She got my grip looking like a Danish and my bitch is Danish (and my bitch is Danish)
[01:10.42] I heard your tape, that shit was anus, I ain't one to play with
[01:13.98] Bitch couldn't stop staring at the bracelet, had to get the LASIK (una vez a la semana)
[01:17.08] Woah (con amor vienes a casa), I got some different type of friends
[01:22.09] (Y, quizá porque estoy triste) you wouldn't have an idea though
[01:25.02] (Te preguntes qué me pasa) you know, the quiet type
[01:28.00] (De noche) real quiet
[01:28.53] (Vez a la semana, con amor vienes a casa) nah, we don't reminisce like that
[01:34.79] (Y, quizá porque estoy triste) there's no greater gift than the present
[01:37.77] (Te preguntes qué me pasa) you understand me? (De noche)
[01:41.93] Woah, every time I ate, there was a hun involved, you bumped a god (you bumped a god)
[01:45.94] Nothing's odd, having heaven on earth, you'd think I wasn't flawed (ok)
[01:49.15] The homies got radar though And they always know when something's off
[01:52.50] You, wasn't involved, but frontin' like you done it, bitch, I'm done with y'all
[01:55.62] Shorty bad as fuck, but I ain't answerin'
[01:58.04] A million thirsty dudes clamorin', but I ain't panderin', lit the wood, let the cancer in
[02:02.10] Count the bread and let the sample spin, dismantle it
[02:04.95] Played your shit a few times, but really wasn't a fan of it (now we wasn't fuckin' with that)
[02:08.02] My scenery is ambient, expensive dinner was candlelit
[02:11.27] Grew up watchin' my old man sniff, I was slick, flip the manuscript (I had to flip this whole shit)
[02:14.92] Can you picture me ten years ago? Every dream broken
[02:17.74] Regular routine, always bein' where the fiends smokin' (oh my god)
[02:20.82] Seem hopeless now I'm seen comin' out of the Green Lotus
[02:24.04] With a queen who might be in vogue, who opened off the mean quotes-us? (whoa)
[02:27.52] Seriously potin', no smokescreen, no pitch
[02:30.64] All my shit is corrosive, lethal dosage, dawg, my panadopis, wow (una vez a la semana)
[02:35.48] (Con amor vienes a casa) none of the culprits around me
[02:38.80] (Y, quizá porque estoy triste) not really the conversational types, you know what I mean?
[02:42.08] (Te preguntes qué me pasa)
[02:45.89] (Vez a la semana) not the type to pass you a blunt, either (con amor vienes a casa)
[02:51.25] (Y, quizá porque estoy triste) may crack a joke or two, but
[02:54.55] (Te preguntes qué me pasa) only talkin' bout bandin' this bitch (de noche)
[03:01.50] Biggest in the county
[03:05.95] I'm one-time, whoa
[03:10.81] Pura grasa pa
[03:14.99]
[00:04.80] (Y, quizá porque estoy triste)
[00:07.07] We don't got a lot to say, ironically (te preguntes qué me pasa)
[00:12.09] Vez a la semana
[00:14.79] You know I don't be trying to catch up (con amor vienes a casa)
[00:17.71] (Y, quizá porque estoy triste) reminiscing all that
[00:21.03] (Te preguntes qué me pasa) nobody got time for it, man
[00:23.87] (De noche) whoa, whoa I had to get it, nothing fell in place, I felt the hate (no)
[00:28.87] You hit the shit, it melt your face and then you fell from grace
[00:32.46] Favela traits, a felon's fate, I managed to escape (whoa)
[00:35.61] Now I just fumigate the stage, get cameras in my face
[00:38.84] Bitch wanna taste, might end up with a banana in her waist (ayayay)
[00:41.73] Made a flint, she made a face, she won't let a niche go to waste (no she won't)
[00:45.48] The road to hell is paved with good intentions, not to mention
[00:48.41] The Jesus piece glistens, but I'm not a Christian, pray for guap and chicken (yo)
[00:51.96] Politician, pop up with a quiet engine, make a statement (hello)
[00:54.98] Heard death and sleep was related, no more time getting wasted
[00:57.94] We celebrated it in them places, unfamiliar faces (ya)
[01:01.10] Your money come in other shades, speak in different languages
[01:04.16] My flow is stupid like I bit the paint chip, Ignoramus
[01:07.36] She got my grip looking like a Danish and my bitch is Danish (and my bitch is Danish)
[01:10.42] I heard your tape, that shit was anus, I ain't one to play with
[01:13.98] Bitch couldn't stop staring at the bracelet, had to get the LASIK (una vez a la semana)
[01:17.08] Woah (con amor vienes a casa), I got some different type of friends
[01:22.09] (Y, quizá porque estoy triste) you wouldn't have an idea though
[01:25.02] (Te preguntes qué me pasa) you know, the quiet type
[01:28.00] (De noche) real quiet
[01:28.53] (Vez a la semana, con amor vienes a casa) nah, we don't reminisce like that
[01:34.79] (Y, quizá porque estoy triste) there's no greater gift than the present
[01:37.77] (Te preguntes qué me pasa) you understand me? (De noche)
[01:41.93] Woah, every time I ate, there was a hun involved, you bumped a god (you bumped a god)
[01:45.94] Nothing's odd, having heaven on earth, you'd think I wasn't flawed (ok)
[01:49.15] The homies got radar though And they always know when something's off
[01:52.50] You, wasn't involved, but frontin' like you done it, bitch, I'm done with y'all
[01:55.62] Shorty bad as fuck, but I ain't answerin'
[01:58.04] A million thirsty dudes clamorin', but I ain't panderin', lit the wood, let the cancer in
[02:02.10] Count the bread and let the sample spin, dismantle it
[02:04.95] Played your shit a few times, but really wasn't a fan of it (now we wasn't fuckin' with that)
[02:08.02] My scenery is ambient, expensive dinner was candlelit
[02:11.27] Grew up watchin' my old man sniff, I was slick, flip the manuscript (I had to flip this whole shit)
[02:14.92] Can you picture me ten years ago? Every dream broken
[02:17.74] Regular routine, always bein' where the fiends smokin' (oh my god)
[02:20.82] Seem hopeless now I'm seen comin' out of the Green Lotus
[02:24.04] With a queen who might be in vogue, who opened off the mean quotes-us? (whoa)
[02:27.52] Seriously potin', no smokescreen, no pitch
[02:30.64] All my shit is corrosive, lethal dosage, dawg, my panadopis, wow (una vez a la semana)
[02:35.48] (Con amor vienes a casa) none of the culprits around me
[02:38.80] (Y, quizá porque estoy triste) not really the conversational types, you know what I mean?
[02:42.08] (Te preguntes qué me pasa)
[02:45.89] (Vez a la semana) not the type to pass you a blunt, either (con amor vienes a casa)
[02:51.25] (Y, quizá porque estoy triste) may crack a joke or two, but
[02:54.55] (Te preguntes qué me pasa) only talkin' bout bandin' this bitch (de noche)
[03:01.50] Biggest in the county
[03:05.95] I'm one-time, whoa
[03:10.81] Pura grasa pa
[03:14.99]