100 Gramos Lyrics (English Translation) – JHAYCO

Read the full 100 Gramos (English Translation) lyrics by JHAYCO along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jhayco’s music, you can also explore HABIBI and XX, two other songs by Jhayco.

[Verse 1]
Yeah, hand up, hand up
Yeah, hand up
The shorts go up in the air, the babes go up
My people hit play, motherfu*ker, so I can live it up
Don’t make a mistake, don’t make a mistake
Before the asses were good, but now they’re better
I don’t talk on the cell phone anymore, I put them on hold
She wants to go with me, but I laugh, and lol, haha
Yeah, hand up, hand up
Yeah, hand up
The shorts go up in the air, the babes go up
My people hit play, motherfu*ker, so I can 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 cell phone anymore, I put them on hold
She wants to go with me, but I laugh, and

[Chorus]
We don’t open the club, but we close it, yeah
The little ass, I have a hundred grams, oh
Champagne, on top of that you know I spilled it, oh-oh
We’re not gonna get married
After this we don’t have to talk
Nobody’s coming to save us
Let’s kill each other, baby, let’s kill each other

[Post-Chorus: JHAYCO & Héctor “El Father”]
Come on, let’s kill each other on the line
The Pressure
Combo, let’s kill each other on the line
B!tch, let’s kill each other on the line
Haha, yeah, yeah
Dog, hand up, hand up, hand up
Do you follow me?
Come on, let’s kill each other on the line
Haha

Combo, let’s kill each other on the line
B!tch, let’s kill each other on the line
Dog

[Verse 2]
Baby, do you wanna fu*k? Do you wanna fu*k?
I’ll break you with the skate, Tony Hawk
Wisin and Yandel, the women in the club
I won’t sing if they don’t give me 300 like Cîroc, or like Curry
I also want 500 like Curry
We’ll make them move to Missouri
Come on, hurry
M*mmy, what do you want? Calenturri
At the disco
We didn’t open, but we closed the disco
274 and not the Patek
We gave it to your ex with the Intratec
I am the darkness, I am the 666
Yes, I am the 666
We knocked down your Oakleys, to hell with the Feids
In the suite at the Vanderbilt, never at the Ok
That’s a mistake, mami, don’t make a mistake
I’m riding 458 like the Ferro
Come on, mami, tonight is terror, terror
And we kill each other, baby, and we kill each other
Don’t talk about war, we fight
With the bottle in hand

[Chorus]
Although we didn’t open the disco, but we closed it, yes
The little ass, I have a hundred grams, oh
Champagne, on top of that ‘and you know’ that I spill it, oh-oh
We’re not going Let’s get married
After this we don’t have to talk
Nobody’s coming to save us
Let’s kill each other, baby, let’s kill each other

[Post-Chorus: JHAYCO & Héctor “El Father”]
Come on, let’s kill each other on the line
Combo, let’s kill each other on the line
B!tch, let’s kill each other on the line
Dog, hand up, hand up, hand up
Come on, let’s kill each other on the line
Combo, let’s kill each other on the line
B!tch, let’s kill each other on the line
Dog, hand up, hand up, hand up

[Outro]
The Pressure
Wow
Yeah, do you follow me?
Haha