PUT EM IN THE FRIDGE Lyrics (English Translation) – Peso Pluma

Read the full PUT EM IN THE FRIDGE (English Translation) lyrics by Peso Pluma and Cardi B along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Peso Pluma’s music, you can also explore 14-14 and VINO TINTO, two other songs by Peso Pluma.

[Verse 1: Featherweight]
Do you remember when we were alone as children?
We were from the neighborhood, but now we are fine
When I smoked a blunt with the neighbor
What does destiny do? If nothing is decided

[Saying: Featherweight]
Yeah? No?
Ask the government when it came
They saw me dressed as a sailor
Well, by the way, I’m Latin gold
Yeah? No?

Divine
Red eyes, I always smoke fine
I’m the fu*king murderer of this beat
You already know that I have been crazy since I was a child
Warlike, we are warlike mori—

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Fifty donkey’ by the’ cloud like Aurelio
Aladina on the walking carpet
Without the lamp, with the goat horn, what?
It’s the last time I can hear you talking about me
Featherweight with the heavy weight
In Jalisco they see my ass and say, “Devil, Cardi”
I have all the narcos smelling of the white
And their moms asking me to sign their panties
We are no longer broken, we are shining, we are pretty
White powder from the airport crossing to the city
We are no longer broken, we are shining, we are pretty
I only sit at the table with the tough ones for the meetings, prr

[Bridge: Featherweight]
They ask me why the hell I am like this
Ah, how they cry, they don’t fill up, let me sleep
The red sole like fu*king Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles and they fu*king coming in

[Saying: Cardi B & Featherweight]
Yeah? No?
Above the beats I murder them
I have the president as a neighbor
The world is mine like Al Pa—, ha
Like Al Pacino
Yeah? No?
Ask the government when it came
They saw me dressed as a sailor
Well, by the way, I’m Latin gold
Yeah? No?

[Chorus: Featherweight]
Forty shooters, if I send them in, they coming in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they coming in
Hundred thousand real killers and they’re Mexicans
I say the word and they put you in the fu*king fridge

[Bridge: Featherweight]
They ask me why the hell I am like this
Ah, how they cry, they don’t fill up, let me sleep
The red sole like fu*king Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles and they fu*king coming in

[Chorus: Featherweight]
Forty shooters, if I send them in, they coming in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they coming in
Hundred thousand real killers and they’re Mexicans
I say the word and they put you in the fu*king fridge