BIG BOSS Lyrics English Translation – Lil Pani

The bosses with the bosses baby
And this goes like this, bastard

I bring a couple of Cubanas like the Big Boss
I park at the door of the club, Rick Ross
Babys that leave lipgloss on my lips
We go hunting for you with a Slipknot mask

We have already lost count of the stock of the Glock
We have already lost count of the Veuve Clicquot box
It is thought that he conquers me with a silicone
And my canton
Busting like a buchona good bastard
Bottles of Buchanan’s and asses made in Punta Cana
Mommy’s gangster paradise, with a gray toe
Piloting a Ninja, Travis Pastrana
We left the slash in your face like Tony Montana
I have so many women that I don’t know what to do
And you to be the zara pa’, not even being born again
I leave the Z marked next to the M of Moncler
In the neighborhood they can’t believe it, ha
They see me return to the hood mounted on a German engine
If they play dirty we knock down even the linemen
We light your sticks, like the 21 combo
And on the plates a rifle from Taiwan
The shit and I don’t even know the names, they’re all bichiyal
My catalog valued at two Mille Richards
The Blue Label glasses, the pool table
We throw the bastard ribs at the roast and…

I bring a couple of Cubans like Big Boss
I park at the door of the club, Rick Ross
Babys that leave lipgloss on my lips
We went hunting for you with a Slipknot mask

With 10 sticks in the trunk ma’, we made you a sale
I gave 700 to Jackie, she’s still not happy
I come from the dining room with just tea and polenta
And I’m kicking the underworld since the 90’s
Waiting for the shift to change for the sabol
I feel like Diego in Napoli , every gram is a goal
I’m getting packaging and it’s not Mantecol
I brought it to Pei de Quilmes, like Pato Filliol
We don’t sell a trading course, much less fitness
We’re going out hunting for you a couple like Eliot Ness
If I get a blackmail we will break the Guinness record
They find us where they fillet the fish
You know who we are, 100K on the shirt
The black man hangs it in second and it gives you first class
You receiving blows, Bam Marguera
Us receiving more checks than financial

I bring a couple of Cubans like the Big Boss
I park at the door of the club, Rick Ross
Babys that leave lipgloss on my lips
We go hunting for you with a Slipknot mask

Brrrrrrr
Whoa
You know who we are baby
Tell me Zara
Young Pei at the controls We are the ones baby
Tell me Mati, tell me Cri
El negrito Run Run baby
We are not in feelings with anyone baby
We left’