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Anuel Aa - 150 Bands Lyrics

[Letra de "150 Bands" ft. Anuel AA]

[Intro]
Mally-Mally Mall-Mall

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Anuel AA]
Hundred rounds on the handgun
Ain't nobody I can wait on
Grams in the bag, wait up all night
Stayed up 'til the whole thang on
Hundred fifty bands for a kilo, yeah
Streamin' out gain as a rico, yeah
Gotta pay eight bands for a payout rate (Ey, ey)
I'ma buy a Plain Jane, put ice on that (Brr)

[Verse 1: Anuel AA]
Exploto un kilo en el punto (Punto)
Difunto to' el que le apunto (Amén)
Yo disparo primero cabrón y luego pregunto (Brr)
El draco lo manejo táctico (Brr)
'Toy pumbeando trabajo' pa'l Ártico (Ártico)
Y ustede' cocinan el crack, pero huele a plástico (¡Jaja!; brr)
La fila de lenta está llena de zombie', yeh (Yeh)
To' caminan como Walking Dead (Dead)
Yo tengo ciеn diablo' en Playita
Y tengo otro' cien еn La Margarita (La FARC), yeh, yeh (Brr)
El R tiene un laser que ni uso, yeh (Brr)
Que viva la droga, yeh (Yeh)
Matamo' al testigo pa' que no choteara
La Uru' pa' fama, pero pa' cazar la Vitara (¿Ah?)
La' Glo' to' son de competencia (-cia)
A lo' partie' no llegan ni emergencia (-cia)
Capeando lo' peine' en secuencia
Yo sé que soy mala influencia (Brr)
Lo' demonio' controlan lo' cuerpo' humano'
Y el de'o del diablo en la mano (Brr)
El gatillo en la tecla del piano
Ponte mono y te vaciamo' do' peine' 'e banano (¡Ah!)
Ya pagué tu entierro y tu tumba ya yo la medí
Pa' cuando muera' mi caja 'té encima 'e la tuya
Hasta muerto vo'a estar por encima de tí, ¡brr! (Amén)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hundred rounds on the handgun (Bitch)
Ain't nobody I can wait on
Grams in the bag, weigh it up all night (Weigh it up)
Stayed up 'til the whole thang on
Hundred fifty bands for a kilo, yeah
Screamin' out gang that's a rico, yeah
Gotta pay eight bands for a payout rate
I'ma buy a Plain Jane, put ice on that

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
That boy so dope, watchin' nigga bay low
Everybody strapped with a Glock at the traphouse
Gettin' out the car with the stick at the drop-off
I won't ever talk, thirty grand get 'em knocked out (Paw)
Hunnid bands, new jet, everybody rolled out
Gonna make a deal at the table with the phone off (Yo)
Little nigga play, he gon' get his shit blown off
Police come and raid, everything get tuned out (Prra)
Northside ghost town, we bought a Corlo
I don't look back, I serve a nigga charcoal
Called for a verse, I'ma bring 'em by the truckload (Aha)
Cuánto blanco, I don't know Pablo
I only know that I run up that money
I drop a hunnid, I feel like [?]
[?] right now, order up, keep comin'
Hundred round drum, man, it never stop comin' (Krra)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Anuel AA]
Hundred rounds on the handgun (Bitch)
Ain't nobody I can wait on
Grams in the bag, weigh it up all night (Weigh it up)
Stayed up 'til the whole thang on (Ey)
Hundred fifty bands for a kilo, yeah (Yeah)
Screamin' out gang that's a rico, yeah (Yeah)
Gotta pay eight bands for a payout rate (Yeah)
I'ma buy a Plain Jane, put ice on that

[Outro: Anuel AA]
¡Brr!
Real hasta la muerte, ¿oí'te, cabrón?
NBA YoungBoy
Anuel
Lo' illuminati, ¿oí'te, lambebicho?
Mera, dime, Kendo
Mera, dime, Dominio
Que viva la droga, puñeta
¡Jejeje!
Mera, dime, Jamby
Mera, dime, Yampi
Trap Cartel
Desde Playita hasta Elmira
Desde Elmira hasta Las Margarita'
Desde Las Margarita' hasta Barrio Obrero
To' Santurce, la FARC
¡Brr!
Desde Juana Mato' a Manuela
Desde Manuela a Quintana
¿Ah?
Lo' illuminati, ¿oí'te, lambebicho?