Me Ha Costado Lyrics (English Translation) – Neton Vega

Read the full Me Ha Costado (English Translation) lyrics by Neton Vega, Victor Mendivil and Alemán along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Neton Vega’s music, you can also explore Loco and Mi Vida Mi Muerte, two other songs by Neton Vega.

[Chorus: Neton Vega]
I don’t ask for a loan to get to Cabo
I call my henchman and we fly the prepaid
And the time is numbered
Everything I have has cost me
From Cancun to Cabo, we came back scratched
A burn in La Perla and I burned it in a rooster
And the time is numbered
Everything I have has cost me

[Verse 1: German]
What I have has cost me, the white gold chains
I come out well braided, with the R well halved
And when they want I do it, I don’t say it because I’m a s*ithead
Just what it is and I pull it, I bring them some bullets as a gift
Give me that tusi that you already know that I inhale it, baby
Bring another friend so we’re three
We’re on another fu*king level, I already know
We have a pact, baby, I’m already losing your bag
If you don’t reach me, then put on my shoes
I’ve been working hard, dude, since I was a kid
Today I have the connection, I have all the contacts

[Refrain: German]
Among pure criminals it sounds “bang-bang”
The thugs and the cholos throw gang-gang
We’re all plotting Philipp Plein
And the little plebs in the street say: “Daddy, come, come”

[Chorus: Neton Vega]
To get to Cabo, I don’t ask for a loan
I call my henchman and we fly the prepaid
And the time is counted
Everything I have has cost me
From Cancun to Cabo, we came back scratched
A fire in La Perla and I burned it in a rooster
And the time is counted

Everything I have has cost me

[Verse 2: Victor Mendivil & Neton Vega]
Damn, and they never reach me
Come here to shoot him some fu*king bullets in the belly
Where to I come closer and the stain follows me
We started selling bags of weed on the court
He already said: “I fall in five”, I’ve got a washed one here
I come with the drink, I jump and jump in the Impala
An ounce of cajeta, I left the table in the living room
Also a pink powder, but hold on, because it soaks
A short one in the personalized H
Simón, the golden butts
I have a s*ithole on my face covered
So they don’t see my striped shirt
I didn’t finish school, but I have a diploma in the fu*king life
Since I was 15 we’ve been in the scene
Cholos who knock you down just for a pill
I had a fair, to the chili, I got rid of the splinter
Go to the style of San Andrés
And in Guadalajara I’m with the people of—
To Mazamitla buzzing in the X3
Following my steps I have the X6
And the d!ck doesn’t break, the truth is that it doesn’t he says
I bring you some cajeta that Al Capone gave me
Topones, I have solutions to beat myself up
Hawks are those who warn of inquisitive people

[Proverb: German]
Among pure criminals, “bang-bang” sounds
The thugs and the cholos throw gang-gang
We’re all plotting Philipp Plein
And the plebitas in the street say: “Daddy, come, come”

[Chorus: Neton Vega]
To get to Cabo, I don’t ask for a loan
I call my henchman and we fly the prepaid
And the time is counted
Everything I have has cost me
From Cancun to Cabo, we came back scratched
A fire in La Perla and I burned it in a rooster
And the time is counted
Everything I have has cost me