Odiseo Lyrics (English Translation) – Al Safir

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[Verse 1 – Al Safir]
(Yo, yo)
(Ah, ah)

I’m going to get rich with that sad little face
Without my baby, her moans were siren songs
And her legs, that’s pata negra ham
But I wouldn’t send it all to hell for a b!tch

In the reserve with four asses in my face
I smoke hash, b!tch, where are you? I don’t feel a thing
She’s a poor girl, but she’s cost me dearly (Ah)
And what wouldn’t I do for your face?

And that’s it, I lose weight but I feel the weight
If a wh*re has failed me, then I’ll get admitted
Rather than stay poor, dude, I’ll go back to jail (Ah)
I’m paying all her kisses in installments

Well, the gladiator returns to the coliseum
They’re throwing all these dogs at you, S, I feel like Odysseus
Maybe it was my fault I didn’t take you for a walk
Bad b!tch, I see you with someone else and I taste it

Skin of thorns, you son of a b!tch, you’re a corner girl
Ma’, I don’t want more because you’ll finish it
I had the gold in my mind, now I have it in the display case
And on my neck, my d!ck sweats, it only shines

Steak, butter, my love, my wonder
You keel me, I love you, don’t get on your knees

(Another day, another dollar)
(Yeah, ah)
(Another day, another dollar)
(Another drama)

This is Kill Bill, all in yellow and with a katana
For the money, I’ll do some hash, it leaves me like Xanax
I’ve also smoked cigarettes in windowless vans

Talk to you tomorrow (Ma’), or so I thought
Did you come to test me or something, Queen of Sheba
I’ll get inside with balls, balaclava
Careful, if I make a wrong move they’ll stick it in me

I’m a purebred, I saw the Maltese Falcon and I went hunting
I have two fronts open, my body feels like Gaza
With so many wh*res on the loose, call me crazy, who’s getting married?
But I’m a soldier who neither eats nor rests

I have my bargain, I don’t want any more friends
Here we’re more pig-headed than Figo-headed
Always with penance, it’s hard, pilgrim
To sing and to steal before entering I cross myself

At the point where life is usurped by the dead (I)
I know many, I hang out with a few
I drive, we reach two hundred and without fear
I buy a new tracksuit for three hundred and I enjoy it

Hey mami, Aladdin and Jasmine, we’re going to party
Smoke and good s*x, we keep it Arabic
The team becomes a paramilitary (Eh)
Always with God, fu*k Puff Daddy (Fu*k Puff Daddy)

(Richie Rasheed, hey)