100 Gramos Lyrics (English Translation) – JHAYCO

Yes, hands up, hands up
Yes, hands up
The shorties go in the air, the babes go up
My crew hits play, motherf*cker, so I live it up
Don’t make a mistake, don’t make a mistake
Back then, the asses were good, but now they’re better
I don’t talk on the phone, I put them on hold
They want to go with me, but I laugh and LOL

Yes, hands up, hands up
Yes, hands up
The shorties go in the air, the babes go up
My crew hits play, motherf*cker, so I live it up
Don’t make a mistake, don’t make a mistake
The asses were good, now they’re better
I don’t talk on the phone, I put them on hold
They want to go with me, but I laugh and-

We don’t open the club, but we close it, yeah
Got a hundred grams of ass
Champagne on top of you
You know I spill it
We’re not getting married
After this, we don’t have to talk
No one’s coming to save us
We’re gonna kill it, baby, we’re gonna kill it

Come on, we’re gonna kill it on the line
Crew, we’re gonna kill it on the line
b!tch, we’re gonna kill it on the line
Dog, hands up, hands up, hands up
Come on, we’re gonna kill it on the line
Crew, we’re gonna kill it on the line
b!tch, we’re gonna kill it on the line
Dog, hands up, hands up, hands up

Baby, do you wanna fck? Do you wanna fck?
I’ll break you with the skateboard, Tony Hawk
Wisin and Yandel, the women in the club
I don’t sing unless they give me three hundred like CÎROC
Or like Curry
Actually, I want five hundred like Curry
We’ll move them to Missouri
Come on, mami, if you want to heat up
At the club, we don’t open, but we close the club
274 on the Patek
We gave your ex a taste with the Intratec
I’m the darkness, I’m the triple six, yeah, I’m the triple six
We knock off your Oakleys, f*ck Feid
In the Vanderbilt suite, never in the OK

That’s a mistake
Mami, don’t make a mistake
Rolling with 458 like Ferro
Come on, mami, tonight is terror, terror
And we kill it, baby, and we kill it
Don’t talk about war, we already fought it
With a bottle in hand, even though

We don’t open the club, but we close it, yeah
Got a hundred grams of ass
Champagne on top of you
You know I spill it
We’re not getting married
After this, we don’t have to talk
No one’s coming to save us
We’re gonna kill it, baby, we’re gonna kill it

Come on, we’re gonna kill it on the line
Crew, we’re gonna kill it on the line
b!tch, we’re gonna kill it on the line
Dog, hands up, hands up, hands up
Come on, we’re gonna kill it on the line
Crew, we’re gonna kill it on the line
b!tch, we’re gonna kill it on the line
Dog, hands up, hands up, hands up

La Presión
Wow
Yes
Do you follow me?