BIG SOTO (BZRP Music Sessions #28)

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These are tales from Soto's life
With Biza (Bizarrap)
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I walk through the city streets, smoking one
I stop at the store for a wine, to take to the ass
In my future, there are bills, for sure
For you, there's none, so go away, I don't know you

I walk through the city streets, smoking one
I stop at the store for a wine, to take to the ass
In my future, there are bills, for sure
For you, there's none, so go away, ah

Because I don't know you
So don't make those gestures of love on your face
Trust, nowadays, has a cost
Seriously, have you seen that there's more than one crazy?

I touch very little on these topics
But it must be clear
That the fish died by the mouth
And by the mouth, your crazy one wasn't prepared

And she wants me to kiss her
She's easy like ABC-
-I dare so much that, sometimes
I take her to my bed, she says she loves me
And forgets when dawn breaks
I have what she desires
Houdini disappears
And nobody knew, nobody knows

Because the one who does things silently does them better
I learned from a young age how to be a winner
Please, turn it on, I don't want to talk about love
I only talk about money, I already look like an accountant

I don't forget the ghetto and those days of terror
My first smoke, with my little brother
I ended up being a rapper when I wanted to be a doctor
And now they call me rude, nigga

They told me to do what I want and I rapped (uh)
And when the beat played, I nailed it
I think I got her pregnant, so what? I don't know
Once again, Soto did it (yo')

Tell me, what's up? How does it sound?
That's how us young ones from Venezuela do it
I think this style is causing a lot of trouble
For them, I'm like a toothache

Relaxed, I wrote this verse with chalk
I smoked one and now I have a smile
I'm on a trip that never lands
Friend, we got lost going to Biza's place

Friend, what's up, man? We're here
Where are we, sir?
(We're in Monte Chingolo)
We're in Monte Chingolo, you're in, I don't know

I walk through the city streets, smoking one
I stop at the store for a wine, to take to the ass
In my future, there are bills, for sure
For you, there's none, so go away, I don't know you

I walk through the city streets, smoking one
I stop at the store for a wine, to take to the ass
In my future, there are bills, for sure
For you, there's none, so go away (go away)