Golfista Lyrics (English Translation) – Duki

[Intro]
A-A-Ansel
I’m Duko (Duko)
Hey, ah (Duko, Duko)
Guacho, more respect, or what? Don’t you see I’m the—? (Ansel)
Hey, ah, wow, check

[Verse 1]
Guacho, more respect, or what? Don’t you see I’m Duko?
If I rap, I crush them; if I talk to them, I educate them.
Better not give yourself away (Give yourself away), Lucho’s watching.
We resolve the conflict, I get in the car, and I put on a hood.

In the Mercedes through Miami, on a flying cloud.
These diamonds are VV (VV), they’re not from Pandora.
And they lost another kilo; my hands are like pruners (You already knew).
If they see my zombie face, it’s because of the joint and the hours
I’m short on sleep (Okay), but I always dream (Okay).
Otherwise, how would I have fulfilled my dream? (Wah)
See you in a few hours, in another hemisphere
I have wings on my face and I’m not Rey Mysterio (Duko!)

[Chorus]
They think I’m a golfer, it’s because I always carry a stick (Stick, stick, stick)
Today I’m blinder than ever, but I’ve never seen so clearly (Clear, clear)
Stabs in the back from the skinny girl, Calamaro (-maro, -maro)
They didn’t expect me to get the Ballon d’Or, Cannavaro (Wuh, wuh)
Today I left the airport, escorted by my fans (-tado, -tado)
I only set foot on the street and the Mercedes is by my side (Mercedes!)
I’ve seen chrome hearts, that’s why I’m armored
I made millions with lyrics, but I’m not literate

[Verse 2]
They’re seeing me everywhere, me or the monogram? (Ah-ah-ah)
‘I’m in four countries,’ they think I have a hologram (Hologram)
‘Those flows are stolen,’ he goes and records it (Goes and records it)
‘They throw me behind my back and then they go, they suck me off (Wuh, wuh)
‘In the kitchen, MasterChef-Chef, I take the checks out of the oven, checks

‘I went and spent it (Oh), I’m brand new (-quete)
‘I think I’m domi, okay, the blunt is my machete (Hey)
‘Don’t try to fly with eagles (Hey), being such a kite (Wuh-uh)
‘They told me things that compromise you (Wuh-uh)
‘But before I talk, let them put me in shackles (Wuh-uh)
‘I’m going to put on a jewelry store, Vitette flow (Wuh-uh)
‘And I’m retiring in like 2027 (Uh-uh)
‘A folder with a couple of beats from Ansel (Uh-uh)
I kill the bus and an angel is waiting for me at home (Uh-uh)
At this point, nothing’s too much for me (Uh-uh)
I don’t sign if I don’t see it going over the top (Duko!)

[Chorus]
They think I’m a golfer, it’s because I always carry a club
Today I’m blinder than ever, but I’ve never seen so clearly
Stabs in the back for the skinny girl, Calamaro
They didn’t expect me to get the Ballon d’Or, Cannavaro (Cannavaro)
Today I left the airport, escorted by my fans (Oh!)
I only set foot on the street and the Mercedes is by my side (Mercedes!)
I’ve seen chrome hearts, that’s why I’m armored
I made millions with lyrics, but I’m not educated

[Outro]
Guacho, more respect, or what? Don’t you see that I’m Duko? Guacho, more respect, or what? Don’t you see I’m the—?
Guacho, more respect, or what? Don’t you see I’m Duko?
Guacho, more respect, or what? Don’t you see I’m the—?