LACRIM X We Renoi – Senor de los Gallos (English lyrics)

Intro :
Fxnder
Un saludo para todos. Desde Jalisco, locos. Aquí arriba El señor de Los Gallos. El Patrón, el señor Mencho.

1st verse (We Renoi) :
There’s fakes, reals, the mirror, make up, I don’t forget, I only pretend to do so when I’m high
I arrive, ten euros worth of clothes, in a 307 break, like the pearl in the shell
A lot of hypocrites that I’m hearing, that I’m seeing, I don’t use the phone, you have to say what’s up
T’as les naseaux qui font skizer, au sommet d’la montagne, t’es pas parti skier (skier)
Don’t try to sell if you’re not built like that, you’re gonna eat a bullet and a caliber
Don’t try to act tough, we’ll go up where you live, heads shaved like Rédoine Faïd
We’re a big family, I feel like eating some duck so I have to do dirt
I’m in Gamma’s restaurant, eight pieces of (??), with a “Dallas” stamp on them
She works at Odalys, takes it up the anus, isn’t into fisting
She hangs out in Switzerland, then, near Nice, I won’t be making her any kids
I’m going in, we don’t go to war over a hundred euro bill
Always a seated place, (??)
Like Mona Lisa, I have my eye on you, I’m looking at you at every angle
You tried to act like a Sicario but you left on a stretcher
I’m going in, we don’t go to war over a hundred euro bill
Always a seated place, (??)
Like Mona Lisa, I have my eye on you, I’m looking at you at every angle
You tried to act like a Sicario but you left on a stretcher

Bridge :
Puro cuatro letras, puro pa’delante, locos. Mis amigos, mi compa, seguimos creciendo, saludos al 01. El señor de Los Gallos, el mero Jefe.

2nd verse (Lacrim) :
The judge can suck my dick, this morning, I just got out of Fresnes, (??), in the RS4
We’re gonna fuck shit up, running your mouth isn’t enough, on the dope spot, you gotta stay on course
At two on the motorbike, at 6 in the jet, we go to Milan just to eat some Pasta
Little son of a bitch, you’re taking your bitch to Phuket, I swear on my mother you’re going to pay your debts
This is the 94 and the 93, we’re the ones that you see on the streets of Colombia
Ah dude, of course we have the best quality, that’s to keep you coming back
From my balcony, I can see the world yeah, it’s having guts that matters, not the number, yeah
You’ve got gold, you don’t know how to melt it, yeah, the price of your house, is my watch, yeah
Call the officers, you’re nothing but a cop, you can’t touch me, you’re crazy
We’ve got two dark cars, we show up on time at your fucking rendez vous
Tell them Renoi, we all know that they’re lying, we know who receives product, who distributes it
They keep talking about tons, you see them buying bars of hash, wAllah, nothing surprises me anymore
I just got back from Ibiza, I’m delivering the product then I’m heading back to Tulum
J’crame pas ma gueule mais t’auras la qualité full max avec la même meuj’
You’re waiting on the pack at large on a yatch, and I’m eating gambas, mmh, yeah
I’ll leave you on the coast, (??), bitch

Outro :
Un saludo para todos, desde Jalisco, locos. Aquí arriba El señor de Los Gallos, el patrón Mencho. Puro cuatro letras, puro pa’delante, loco. Y seguimos creciendo, saludos, mi compa Lacrim.

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