BURROS Lyrics (English Translation) – Clarent

[Intro]
Bassyy, haha
Ah-ah
The Ballers of the City, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, I know, yah
Ah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah
Gra-gra, boom, boom, boom, boom

[Verse 1]
We went into the kitchen to get out of the pot (We went in, motherfu*ker)
Give me a thousand more and I’ll take it to your city (Yes)
The king of the hustle, I don’t care if they support me (Ah)
I’m not into people, I only think about myself, yeah
Rick Owens my boots and my pants (Eh-eh)
I have b!tches that calm my pain
I am a baller, I don’t pay for protection (Protection)
Before I was famous I had my stash
I sent it to New York inside a toy (Ah)
Learn from me, if it’s a Kia, I don’t drive it (I don’t drive it)
They’re showing off, they’re not even involved (Tell me)
I’m gonna catch them asleep because of the lean

[Chorus]
You-You’ve never sold kilos, you don’t know how much they cost (You don’t)
All you have is showing off on Instagram, yeah
My first job was an investment, it was legal (Ha)
We broke the second one, I had to fix it
You’ve never sold kilos, you don’t know how much they cost (Ah)
All you have is showing off on Instagram (Ah)
My first job was an investment, it was legal
We broke the second one, I had to fix it

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I cooked the crack with a spoon and I eat it without utensils
You don’t want to meet the bigmouth
It’s not easy to sleep with a million stashed away (Ah)

You don’t move s*xy, you’re just messed up (Ah)
The owner of the top five in Puerto Rico (That’s it) (Like this)
I haven’t signed anything, I look rich, yeah
That’s Cockatiel, not coc*ine
The numbers are bad, I’m gonna save the kilos of weed
And what I offer you, the other guy can’t offer you (No)
Damn, my closet looks like a Nordstrom (Ah)
I live life seeing monsters
That’s why I always carry the Makarov
And if I pull the trigger, I’ll send them to China (Ah)
They can’t handle my style
I’m on the track during the day
And I have a stash in my aunt’s backyard (Aunt)
Yeah, The Ballers from the City (City)
In Caparra, this is the block of the teachers
We made the tracks hitting the licks-licks (Haha)
In the clubhouse with Mickey’s magazines, yeah

[Chorus]
You’ve never sold kilos, you don’t know how much they cost (Ah)
You’re just showing off on Instagram
My first job was an investment, it was legal
We broke the second one, I had to fix it

[Outro]
Tell me, Turbo
Yeah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Those Cartier glasses are devilish, they’re not holy
LV scarf, a mantle around my neck, yeah
If there aren’t five digits, I don’t sing
Go cry to your mothers, stop the crying
(Those Cartier glasses are devilish, they’re not holy)
(LV scarf, a mantle around my neck)
(If there aren’t five digits, I don’t sing)
(Go cry to your mothers, stop the crying)
Ah
The Ballers from the City
Gra-gra, boom, boom, boom, boom