DE MEDALLO PA MOROVIS Lyrics (English Translation) – FANTA ROSARIO, Kris R.

[Intro: FANTA ROSARIO]
PONLOS
Yah, tzaja
Okay, yah
Ey
Okay, yah (Paw, paw; PONLOS)
Tzaja
Ey, ey (PONLOS; paw)
Yah, tzaja (Come suck; what?)

[Chorus: FANTA ROSARIO]
We’re in the double M, from Morovi to Medallo (Ey, ay)

Medallo to Morovi, lots of tussi, lots of cash (Yah, yah; pa-paw)
Kris R.’s got all the b!tches (Ey), ROSARIO’s got all the drügs (Paw, paw)
Between the angels and the devil, God, the angels and the devil (E-Ey, yah)

[Verse 1: FANTA ROSARIO]
And she says she likes that I’m Gucci down to my feet (Okay, yah)
That pu*sy’s been around, you can tell she gets around on foot (Uy, nah)
I pop molly for the stress (Tzaja), my high is 10 out of 10 (Yah)
All iced out, I hide my eyes, ’cause they’re red as hell (Ey, ey, okay, yah; PONLOS)
In PR we know the deal, you in PR ain’t got a clue (Okay; okay, yah)
In your blunts you smoke Puma, in my blunts it’s only Shell (Only Shell)
That b!tch is really ugly, good thing she’s your woman (Tzaja; PONLOS)
This tussi is really fire, no ketamine, pure M (Yah, yah, okay, yah)

[Chorus: FANTA ROSARIO & Kris R.]
We’re in the double M, from Morovi to Medallo (Ey, okay, yah; PONLOS)
Medallo to Morovi, lots of tussi, lots of cash (And lots of cash)
Kris R.’s got all the b!tches, ROSARIO’s got all the drügs (Okay, yah)
Between the angels and the devil, th-the angels and the devil (Ey, ey; okay, yah)
We’re in the double R, from Morovi to Medallo (Ay)
Medallo to Morovi, lots of tussi, lots of cash
Kris R.’s got all the b!tches, ROSARIO’s got all the drügs (Ay)
I made it, I made the pact, now there’s no date on the calendar, no (PONLOS)

[Verse 2: Kris R.]

If there ain’t 50, I don’t pull up (No), double R, and a Lambo (Ah)
I’ve been partying for three days (Uh-huh), all the b!tches come to this side (Wah)
Big black ass, Cardi B (Rico), my mansion’s straight out of MTV Cribs
And all wrapped up, she got the cri (Ah)
Who’s number one? They say “Kris” (Yo)
Look at the charts (Charts), talking about sniffing and fu*king (And fu*king)
You can’t touch me even singing to the b!tches, you got left behind, uy (Yeah, uy)
Armed like the FARC (Uh), normal, they wanna imitate me (Yeah)
I’ve been fu*king all the b!tches since they used to call me “Kris R” (Kris R, haha)
Normal, it wasn’t that serious, ha (Yeah), I don’t even sing anymore (No)
I don’t even get up to fu*k anymore, I roast their whole crew even while I’m sleeping (Top)
Grape-colored lean, I don’t like the white
If it ain’t a fight, I shut it down (No)
I got the old man’s mentality, if I don’t see money on the table, I’m out (Ah)
Tell me, FANTA, how many b!tches you want, and how many? (Tell me how many)
With Vitafer, even the ugliest one can keep going (PO-PO-PONLOS; ugly)
Zuripanta (Oh), yeah, this one can really take it (Oh, oh; PO-PO-PONLOS)
I like it when, while—, she chokes on it (Come suck)
Haha, make ’em laugh, flexing with those girls (Oh)
I make her cheat on her boyfriend like Stiven did to María Julissa, yeah
The belt like Melissa (What?), my d!ck doesn’t give a warning (What?)
She likes that I keep it bent, just like the Leaning Tower of Pisa in Italy, ay (PONLOS)

[Outro: Kris R.]
Alright, enough messing around now (From Morovi to Medallo, from Medallo to Morovi)
Hit it, son, leave it there, leave it there (From Morovi to Medallo, from Medallo to where?)
If he lets her go, I’ll take her over to this side, son, and better yet, we’ll send her over, better yet, ay (Yeah, exactly)
Haha (Kris R.; music from Morovis)
Crazy, with FANTA (FANTA)
FANTA’s on it, better yet (From Morovi to Medallo, from Medallo to Morovi; PONLOS)
We’ll take her, better yet, we’ll do it again (From Morovi to Medallo, from Medallo to Morovi; huh?)
Hahaha (Exactly, La K)
Kitchen rag (Money Makers)