TE AVISÉ Lyrics (English Translation) – FERNANDOCOSTA

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[Verse 1]
I warned you when you fought with your ex-girlfriend and made her cry in front of the dressing room
She was crying, when you were the one who went to prostitutes while she was dreaming about you
I warned you when you spat on the sound engineer at the gig
I got tired of warning you so many times, that’s when you stopped being my friend
I warned you when I saw you on TV and you wouldn’t even let your own brother speak
When you paid that girl to drop her charges in court (Ay)
I warned you when you lost your house for abusing prostitutes and drügs
Don’t go on the show, in case they ask you “How much do you earn?” Broncano (Haha)
Your girlfriends warned you, that no matter how much they put up with you, they’re not your property (Broski)
You isolated them from all their friends to manipulate them at will
It started as a fan, she thought it was a good plan, an activist rapper (Ay)
She didn’t imagine that the abuse came disguised as feminism
I’m warning you again on behalf of me and my people
That if you talk about my son, you’ll end up in a dumpster (Son of a b!tch)
And if you want, I’ll give you the time and place
In the Albaicín you have no courage (Prr; pu*sy)
I warned you and you got another one (Another one)
I warned you and you fell into the trap (Ay)
If you play with fire you get burned fast
And he who warns is not a traitor (Prr; paw)

[Bridge]
Traitor, eh, traitor
You’re a specialist in turning things around Things
But that won’t do you any good this time
Because now I’m going to be the one to explain why nobody wants you around anymore
Now everyone’s going to know how despicable you are
But really, firsthand, hold on tight, hold on tight

[Verse 2]
You think I’m going to be scared of that s*it you threw?

You think I’m going to back down?

Sorry, it’s too late
I’m not a groupie, you can’t abuse me (Prr)

Now it’s my turn, you son of a b!tch, handle the pressure
We’re about to take off, buckle up
All the bad things you’ve done and the damage you’ve caused
It’s nothing compared to the damage I’m going to do to you
Slobbering, narcissistic, manipulative, toxic, insecure, and jealous
I know you’re nervous listening
You’d sell your soul, but you don’t even have a piece left
You’re a junkie, pretending to be a porn star (Haha)
You have no charisma, you have a disorder
I have your ex on the phone
And she says you gave her serious diseases in her vagina
Abuser of the weak, cock-eater
Abuse me in the street, let’s see if you have the balls
Your 40 kilos last me as long as you last high on coke with a hard-on
Hey, bag of bones, I’m back
Why don’t you call me and we’ll settle this?

You don’t have the guts to confront me
You only confront kids at the airport (Haha)
You’ve overdosed
Your ribs, spine, and tailbone are showing (Bravo)
Tell everyone that by getting high with junkies
You gave all your friends tuberculosis (Prr)
I wonder: “And where’s Granada on your tour?”
They hate you from Zaidín to La Chana (Papi)
How could I be your son?

If you forced all your ex-girlfriends to get abortions
Women, women, more women (Ay)
Stop mentioning them, because none of them want you (No)
You pretend to be a communist, but you love money
That’s why you never paid Blas what you owe him
Nothing is what it seems, pay attention to the boss
Stop repeating that you helped me two thousand times
You think you’re God multiplying wine and fish
Humility is like silence, mention it and it disappears
I didn’t leave because of the complaints, that’s false, I left before
When I saw you doing drügs with your mother in front of you
Your crew went to another hotel so they wouldn’t see you
Even high on pills, I couldn’t stand you
You’ve been trying to diss me for three months
You don’t take that long to unzip your pants
Sue me, it’s the only thing you have left
Nobody wants you anymore, your career ends here

[Outro]
This is the last time I waste my breath on you
It doesn’t matter what Don’t make things up, you ba*tard.
What you’ve done can’t be undone.
Hey, and remember this:
The guilty party remains guilty even if they pay their debt to society.
So drop the “poor me” act.
Because you’re not the victim here.