ATORRANTE Lyrics (English Translation) – Big Soto

Read the full ATORRANTE (English Translation) lyrics by Big Soto from the album NOSTALGIA CITY along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Parte I]

[Intro]
Here the rule is to stay quiet, fade away discreet
Damn, bro
Yeah
Damn, bro
Damn, bro
Is Venezuela really a trap?
Ey

[Coro]
Got a couple stars, and they ain’t no Amiri
No Patek yet, but my Philly shines, believe me
A European white, smooth like fettuccine
Riding in a sports car, we left the Civic behind
And I didn’t wanna sound cocky, yeah
Moving kilos of lyrics like a gangster
My Rollie shining, hands on some implants
Don’t talk cars, you’ve never gripped a wheel, yeah, Soto

[Verso]
Breaking my neck, 24k gold around my neck
I carry bricks in a Gucci bag
Like a sheikh in Vegas, spending all the chips
Like Stephen Curry shooting threes
Splitting Jeeter wrapped in kief
Rolling up a track, Van Cleef on demand
She wants champagne on her chest at LIV
Every time we pop a bottle
The girls come with sparklers
Soto, what’s it feel like to be a star?
That’s what I dreamed of as a kid
They ask for pics when I hit the gala
Flying direct, private, no layovers
I make millions, good or bad
The bill explodes without a single shot

[Coro]
Got a couple stars, and they ain’t no Amiri
No Patek yet, but my Philly shines, believe me
A European white, smooth like fettuccine
Riding in a sports car, we left the Civic behind
And I didn’t wanna sound cocky
Moving kilos of lyrics like a gangster
My Rollie shining, hands on some implants
Don’t talk cars, you’ve never gripped a wheel, Soto, haha

[Outro]
Welcome to "NOSTALGIA CITY"
Welcome to the world of Sotorius
Damn, ma

[Parte II]

[Intro]
Wow
Codeine mixed with Frescolita, ha
I like it that way ‘cause it tastes sweeter
Everything’s a mess, baby, look at that face— (Soto, yeah)
I don’t know what you’re saying, excuse me, girl
Yeah

[Verso]
Like Omar, I was born with the gift
I’m the king of the dome, the boss, Don Dimadon
I’m no Timmy, I got no godfather
It wasn’t magic, it just happened
Toking green moñas, that ain’t Cosmo (Wanda)
But the high’s got me in Nickelodeon
I ran the marathon off the track
We cracked your camouflage, chameleon, yeah, yeah
No new friends, I want girls
The kind who light up and get creative
Sharing smoke, sharing saliva
And y’all burned the cable, yeah
Not my fault, your finances unstable (Shh)
Yo, if the teacher talks, I’m a shinigami
Ichigo with the blade, goddamn

[Outro]
Goddamn, yeah, ah
(I don’t know what you’re saying, excuse me, girl)
Codeine mixed with Frescolita (Yeah, ah)
(I don’t know what you’re saying, excuse me, girl)