STAY ALIVE Lyrics (English Translation) – LAJA

Read the full STAY ALIVE (English Translation) lyrics by LAJA along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Lo-Lokito Beats

[Verse]
They’re all fake, you can see it clear
I took out your queen like a game of chess
We pulled up in hoodies, everybody run (Haha)
Whoever fell asleep got hit with three
The Glock in my pocket, but you can still see it
She told me to stop, so I stopped for her
You weren’t there, so I didn’t mission you (Where they at?)
Soon we’ll see each other again (Let’s see)
Your queen screams at me in English
She only wants to link up with the Patria (Patria)
For Tali, one almost got caught up
Swore this year the little cat would rest (Son of a b!tch)
We hit you with the one that calms you down
You better start packing up and moving house (Move it)
We’re gonna drag you by your legs
Every shot will echo through Caracas (Ahhh)
I want you all to dance the bamba
You’re gonna duck under this Glock maraca (Paw-paw-paw-paw-paw-paw-paw)
Shoot him and wipe him off the map
After you kill him, smoke a ZaZa (Just one)
We put the shots right through his chest
You should’ve put on a plate
That other one who died for being a rat
They don’t even get the life insurance
We got the police fed up (Those sons of b!tches)
Now the ones in ties are looking for us
Walking through your block on patrol
The bullets suck you dry like ticks
We’re gonna drop you like a piñata
That’s gonna be a death, an instant death
They let the shots fly on stream (Ahhh)
And make ’em dance bachata (To the ground)
That was just so you would share it

Look at all the shooters giving a serenade (Paw, paw-paw, paw)
The piece I got is looking slim
And with these two tits, she looks even wilder (That b!tch)
They’re all pussies, they give themselves away
Don’t wanna show your face? We’re coming to your house (We’re going there, we’re going there)
Baby was getting some head
And right in the middle of it, he felt the threat
Little one was almost at the door (Haha)
Three cars outside with short ones and long ones (Come down)
We’re real, bad people
Smoking Penky, I’m tired of Panza
The murder rate keeps rising
The community stays terrified (Penky)
The ski mask I got is Nike
And to complete the look, I used Prada lenses
The Bronx is small, I’ll say it again
I got no appetite from all the adrenaline
Start the scooter, the circuit has begun
Let’s pull up and shoot the ones staying quiet
TYKING’s out here moving crack (Ay ombe)
And Tali’s sniffing perico (Perico)
In the end, they’re all against each other
Don’t shake my hand, we’re not little friends
We’re riding out to get him
The car’s nowhere to be found, what are we gonna do?
Little one says he’s gonna light you up
And he’s almost ready to leave on foot
He’s not a tribe, that’s just how it sounds
I want all his enemies to know
He only mentions the Patria (Ahhh)
When he feels lonely and disoriented (There’s one)
Who are those soldiers of yours?
I want you to call them, let’s get into a shootout
They’re dedicating shots to me live
They should’ve come out when I was live (I was live, son of a b!tch)
Your girl gives me so many likes, and I don’t even follow her
They’re frustrated with us
And your hoe’s frustrated with me (With me)

[Outro]
(Paw, paw, paw)
Eh, Charlee
(Paw, paw, paw-paw-paw, paw)
Which chorus are we gonna repeat?
(Paw-paw-paw-paw)
They’re all fake, you can see it clear
(Paw, paw, paw-paw-paw)
And I want you all to dance the bamba
(Paw-paw-paw-paw; Lo-Lokito Beats)
They’re all fake, you can see it clear
I took out your queen like a game of chess
We pulled up in hoodies, everybody run
Whoever fell asleep got hit—