SISAS NADA (Remix) Lyrics (English Translation) – Tury, Ryan Castro, Blessd

Read the full SISAS NADA (Remix) (English Translation) lyrics by Tury, Ryan Castro and Blessd along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tury's music, you can also explore GAZZ PRBO (Remix) and Soy Yo, two other songs by Tury.

[Intro: Tury]
Man, those, those faggots are gonna break
That faggot "Tury", man
"In Ibiza I killed two, sisas, one was left without a voice
And the other little pirobo kept my Hugo Boss, gas, pirobo"
Hahaha, gas, gas, gas, gas
(Sisas nothing, the remix)
(Haha, gas pirobo)

[Verse 1: Tury]
I have the ten from Brazil, and I bought the Hugo Vaca
Your naked cat packs the flour
He kissed another girl, she came out wrong
And I sent for exotic because she doesn't smoke cheap
Bo, don't talk or I'll detonate you
I'll record you sucking and mention it
My house is a safari, I'm smoking with a monkey
I'll roll one while I pull your bun
I always keep it on and with McQueen floors (Ah, yes)
Purple is what I smoke, Purple is also the jeans
Money has me in trouble, pest, I don't go to the gym
And all the blondes send pin, the pests know how (How so)
That the kid is a snob, and that the tussi moves flow 00
You guys aren't worth my pen
I only move in a ship, pest, I'm rude
They're sending photos in exchange for likes, haha
White Mercedes, white Nikes are too (Haha)
I don't miss one like Myke (Like Myke)
Babies pulling eyes when the kid's around, silly
Cars with the panoramic
For the escape in sport mode, no automatic (Pirobos)
I don't panic, kid, panic is caused here
Your boyfriend is crying, what a dramatic pirobo

[Verse 2: Blessd & Tury]
Haha, gas, pirobo; gas, little pyro
I have the tusi Mazda, in the little closet (Ah)
So that it blows magic in the little farm
If you suck me off well I'll operate on your little tits
In the XADV (Do you know?), I stole it (Ah, man)
That Hugo Vaca won't let me see
What a cool roof I bought at JaraShop (Jara)
But I'm not going to put it in without a cap (Not even for the fu*king)
If he cashes it in the afternoon, the gift is from Monastery
If the old man throws me the ball, Don Peri bottle
I'm not like her boyfriend, Burberry is a snitch
My love, I'm a suitcase, original down to the tennis
Gas, gas, gas, gas, my love (Hahaha)
How nice that little ass was like in NMax
No, no, no, no, no, I need your little ass, queen, like the Glock
She tells me: "Walking with you is Call Of Duty" (Haha)
I say: "M*mmy, relax, let's go to Lucky" (Haha)
Because he likes fire, he doesn't like pupis
On the street I'm a legend, I'm not a rookie (Never)
Gas, piroba (Piroba)
Where I catch you on all fours I'll give you a buck, Rocky Balboa flow
You get wet down there, "Yogurcito" playing on YouTube in the background in your bedroom
That past of yours is worth nothing to me
I like the ones from the neighborhood, and even more those from Caicedo
Even though you're a bandit and you lie to say "I love you"
I define you in endings, like Juanfer Quintero (Haha, hey)

[Verse 3: Tury]
Hey, I don't copy s*it
They're buying the bags
Sending all the gold for the pledge
We're on CX, Gelo, pledge
We give them to you in the mouth, just lead for a snack
I just got out of a mental hospital, to do it real with another demon
I know that more than one person hates me
The fourth is my Mary Jean and she has this ninja as a boyfriend
(Nothing, you idiot)

[Verse 4: Ryan Castro & Kris R.]
Yeah, talk it over, fai
I'm smoking a bonsai
I don't have time for you, I'm busy with Nike
You don't fit me, none of you are my size
I measure myself against whoever comes out on the mic
Since the days of freestyle and cassette
The first hard reggaeton player that came out of the ghetto
Repressed envious people, they admire me in secret
They don't know all the power, they only see the sketch
I don't bend for money, or for a little ass
The flows are like my clothes, which I never repeat, uh
Eating lite, but on the clothes a lot of grease
I changed this game with "Jordan" and "Wasa Wasa" (Like Bubbaloo gum)
Speedo shirt, glasses are Fox
I like big asses, I like them for two
Everyone knows me, tell me, who are you?
I won't appear on the stage unless they give me a thousand foxes
The glasses are Cartier, the jacket is Moncler
Louis Vuitton on my feet, Benjamin the paper
A legend like the tattoos I have on my skin
We are in the thousand, we have already passed one hundred
Five star hotel, compare me with who?
My bandits are praying, the street says "amen"
I'm a P.I.M.P, 50 Cent
We're in the air, we already raised the level
Two G-Wagons in the neighborhood, here we have the toys
In Miami we walk down the street in Rolls Royce
The coolest girls like bad boys
And I grew up on the street, mami, I'm not Prince Royce
Yeah, the offended competition
Here we're still Nike, we threw away the Adidas
Chains that shine and they're all mine
I made them believe as if I were a Messiah (Hahaha, sisas, La K)

[Verse 5: Kris R.]
In an armored van, in TX I arrive at Villa Hermosa (Agh)
I'm so salsa that I'm going to have Sara Urrego as a waitress
I have a .40 with tits, the girl is jealous
She wants to smell the Banana PlayDoh, tired of pink
Take out the key, honey, slap your face
A slush, a bar and a Cassio on your arm
We don't buy Nike Shox at El Palacio anymore (Not anymore)
Fu*king these fools, don't take pictures, give me my space
(Hey, what a boring little $lut)
A baby and the latest TN on her feet
A baby collects it and stays on webcam
Spending trouble because I got what they don't have
Cool cars and totes, and hundreds to spare
She's strawberry, but she likes me to take her to the races
Rubbing shoulders with Tury, El Bendito and Castro in Manrique
She was from the neighborhood, but she went to Miami to collect the ticket and moved to Brickell (Sobroncita)

[Outro: Kris R. & Tury]
Ah, no, rude
Nothing, you little $lut
Haha, the remix
La K, el Tury
El Bendito, Ryan Castro
Talk to them, SOG
Doctor
Hey, El Nene de Pedre
You already know (Gas, pirobo)
With El Bendito, Ryan Castro (Sisas nada, pirobo)
Tell me, SOG (Noah)
Sjoy
Tell me, Jota
Tell me, Gelo, haha
Gas, pirobo (Gas, gas, gas, gas)