REAL DEMON Lyrics (English Translation) – Glizzy Gvng, YOVNGCHIMI

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[Intro]
Yecko on the beat
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Ah-ah-ah
Tell me, Yecko
The Gang of Glizzy, motherfu*ker
Glizzy Gvng, Glizzy Gvng (Ah-ah)
The Diablos, motherfu*ker

[Verse 1]
In a caravan we all go out, the devils on the way to the show (The Diablos)
The R has the AK system, a snail comb, Ńengo Flow (Tell me, goat)

The mafia always goes first, LFNM with (??)
6 thousand for the Air Force LV, designer road, 4 thousand for the coat (Gang, brr)
Tell your boyfriend to finish and let you go, because you are already my hostage (My hostage)
We control the street, the Santurce Metro, everyone wants the Diablos and Llorens (The Diablos) (Llorens)
The ski mask inside the disco and I have the short one in Saint Laurent
The Glock with the switch, the pistol, the 50’s tit and the 30’s the extend (Glizzy Gvng)
I throw them on the floor, I change seven combs, your face is going to disgust you (To disgust you)
I’m in ninja mode, devil like Luisda, but hunting flow helmet (Free Ele D)
The street ticks in the cove, the music ticks in the bank (That’s on gang)
300 Blackout, the black Changó, ba*tard, I’ll rip the stick out of you (Rra, rra, rra)
I’m like Midnvght, ​​Slayter and Pressure, ba*tard, I never get stuck (I never get stuck)
I decapitate the chickens, food on the ground, I give life to the saint, yeah
Brother of Changó, son of Obatalá, motherfu*ker, I’m dressed in white (On gang)
We’ll catch your Rolex hanging out, we’ll kidnap it and throw it in your face (Real demons, motherfu*ker)
Real demons, yeah, real shooters, yeah (Real demons)
‘We’re balling, yeah (Los Diablo’), real hoopers, yeah (Yeah, we balling, b!tch)
That’s how I maneuver (You dig), the Glock, Freddy Krueger (Freddy Krueger)
Glizzy Gvng the Rugers (Glizzy Gang, Los Diablo’, motherfu*ker)
I keep buying clothes, all on ice and I’m not Gucci Mane (And I’m not Gucci; (ah-ah-ah)
I got two AKs, micro twin, Undertaker and Kane (Undertaker)
‘Ta-‘Tamo dominating the game like Birdman and Lil Wayne (Cash Money)
Drinking codeine like Future when Purple Reign (Purple Reign, Purple Reign, b!tch)
I go in for Booby Trap with all of Los Diablo’ and I make it rain (Ah-ah)
I got the baguette’s in flower setting, dancing on my chain (Rra, rra; on gang)
The one who wants to catch the cops the most, flow Saddam Hussein (I get sucked by the bug; ah-ah)

And I’m quietly smoking a Backwood in the Bentley Mulsanne (That’s on gang, b!tch)
Tri-Triple fire in a dashed out (You dig), I’ll leave your car overturned (That’s on gang)
Hunting in stolen cars (Stolen cars), I’ll bury you and you’ll burn (Los Diablo’)
I’ve killed, I’ve had cards, now the venues are sold out (Soldout)
I’ve got a demon signed (El Demon), the criminals are stuck (La Ganga ‘e las Glizzy)

[Interlude]
I’m not ashamed to be a killer, I’m proud of it
It’s not an addiction, it’s a choice
And it’s not something that you should have to hide in the closet

[Verse 2]
You can see the envy from afar, if the ninjas come out, we’ll leave you that day (Rra, rra)
Ba*tard, you don’t get to me, my criminals are all in the RIAA (‘So all’ in the RIAA; (ah-ah-ah)
All my people are up to date, everyone has money and all the clothes shine (The clothes shine; gang, gang, gang)
A couple of houses in PR, mine, the base, even my daughter’s (Rra, rra)
Ba*tard, I’m really high (High), I’m twenty bucks and the bank turned (And the bank turned; rrr, rrr)
I get into everything, I’m a mess at the disco and my hair is marked (Las Glizzy)
If I want the contract, I’ll sign it, I have a million and you’re nailed (And you’re nailed)
I have the Lambos in PR, not like you in Miami, s*it (S*it; ah-ah)
My people are running, you forget that this is Llorens Torres
The last two that were missing, I erased their faces (Shh)
I’m going for the Casper indictment flow in Torres
I’m not going with hypocrisy, control the babymama, ‘ta lucía’ (Shh, ah; ‘ta lucía’)
I’m tired of missing us, from now on what there is is brokenness (What there is is brokenness)
We buy more stick, more bullets, I go out in the Lambo and behind are the KIAs
Real, I don’t give a damn, I lost respect when my aunt died (Gang, gang, gang)
I’m the favorite of all the OGs (The OGs), and if you hear them, ask for me
Fifteen prisoners in the gang and none of them joke like RobGz (Ah, ah)
Things are clear or things are weird
Dressed in Prada I’ll shoot you in the face (Glizzy) Gvng)
I warned them not to mention me, brr, brr
I’m crazy that I’m missing, the stick breaks you and I don’t play basketball (Nah; I don’t play basketball)
I’m not a shooter, a$$hole, if I feel like it I’ll kill you for a master’s degree (Rra, rra)
In music there are no more gangsters, they lie in the songs, they are false criminals (They are false criminals; gang, gang, gang)
We are at war and I’m crazy to kill a singer (Los Diablo’ ‘e Llorens)
Turn me down easy, I am a devil (Gang; devil), if you go to the— (Shh), you know what I’m talking about
In Santurce I move Pablo flow, the 300 that leaves them bald
I’m from Llorens, a$$hole, not from Morovis (Shh), inside Santurce with the Batmobile
19X with the comb ‘e Kobe, Hade’ is a fool, a$$hole, like Ovi (Rra, rra, rra)
Sucking my bic
I’m going to master’s, I cancelled it, you didn’t let me down
In the business you’re not even in kindergarten, pawn the house and get out of Rancho Humilde (Gang, gang; ah, ah)
I don’t want to know about any of you, they sucked so much when El Father was there (Ah)
The brother said to take care of yourselves, we’re going to take off clothes when Ele D leaves (Gang, gang, gang; sl)
Don’t be mistaken with us, Los Diablo’ and Llorens are not Los Anormale’ (Los Anormale’)
We’re not respecting anyone, fu*k your mother, the old administration of the case
Try to kill us again, when the beast comes out the thunder will sound
We’re tested, we’ve already been to hell and back again (Rra, rra, rra)
I don’t fear any man, whoever wants war we’ll set it on fire (Lo (set us on fire)
The Diablos, the owners of the game, I’ll give you a jump and come back and hide (Rra, rra)
Ba*tard, you’re Pablo, but Flintstones (Gang, gang), we’re going to beat you like the one in Montehiedra (Gang)
Your thugs are already s*it, we kill the runners, we lock up the stores (Rra, rra)
I have a white baby flow Kendall, ask Russo how much is in my clothes (Ha; (ask Russo, a$$hole)
I spend on diamonds and I’m not offering, if your father is a guard, a$$hole, don’t be offended (Haha)
And now this is in your memory, I was calm because of the probation
It bites them that we came in and changed history (The Diablos), if I die tomorrow, my life is notorious
The Diablos went out on a mission, I don’t take you seriously, you’re a bugger (You’re a bugger; ah, ah)
Blackinny is down a million, Pepe is drunk with that vision (From the goat)
Seriously, we’re not going to kill you, a$$hole, because The Chef gave you a pardon (The Chef forgave you; rra, rra)
Like the other one with the lady, Posi, don’t call me, because you’re a jerk (Because you’re a jerk)
If the ninjas from Playa Come on, motherfu*ker, The Devils are kidnapping you (Shh, gang, gang)
You’re a bunch of idiots, the networks don’t know what it shows (Gang, gang, gang)
The guys dying with evidence, ‘and we’ll kill them, open the bets’ (Open the bets’)
Motherfu*ker, we’ll break down your door, we’ve got your house, your days are running out (Your days are running out; (shh)
My kids from Loíza will catch you, the bolarrostros are going to the shirt (Rra, rra, rra)
Let the Siete bug suck me, Gemel, all those ba*tards are funny (You know they’re funny)
Ba*tard, your brother was avenging us, you took a ticket, you’re the one who’s funny (You took a ticket, ba*tard; ha)
They’re tortured like Jigsaw, they see us on the street and everything gets cold (Haha; everything gets cold)
With Los Incorrigible’ and with Sabana Bajo (Incorrigible’), Dobleta comes out and the fun is over (You dig)
Your boss wanted a verse for his son and he knows that I sent him to hell (Ah-ah; I sent him to hell)
Take off the chain on the carpet and go to hell (Go to hell, ba*tard; bling)
Yes, I do I shoot for the helmet and I’ll cut your helmet (Rra, rra; I do shoot for the helmet)
If you want to fight and be trending, shoot at Los Diablos (Shoot at Los Diablos, a$$hole; ah)
The face of the music, I finished the game in two years (The big guys of the music, a$$hole, you hear?)
You want to suck the bug and then shoot us (Yeah, yeah, yeah, how? (Mamón)
We’re high, stinking bug, it’s hard to miss us (It’s hard to miss us; brr, brr)
I had to blow my top after mentioning us (In PR they hear 47; gang, gang, gang, gang)
They woke up the devil, ba*tard, they have to suck the bug (Rra; let them suck my bug, ba*tard)

[Outro]
Los Diablo ‘e Llorens son of a b!tch ((??) son of a b!tch, the big bugs of music)
(Ah-ah)
Tell me, Yecko (The big bugs of the industry, ba*tard)
Los Diablo’
Glizzy Gvng, son of a b!tch, did you hear, ba*tard?
((??), ba*tard, ‘we’re on fire with the FARC)
Do you think that missing us is a joke, ba*tard?
(Get (??) hypocritical, what’s there was also parting, you hear? And it was on fire)
Brr
The Ganga of Glizzy
(The fuletazo too, you hear, ba*tard?)
One40Towers
(And be careful out there, it’s said a lot)
Money Wayy, son of a b!tch
The Diablos arrived, hated and hungry
Tell me, Chef, brr
(And don’t buy everyone’s contract, ba*tard)
The Diablos of Llorens, son of a b!tch
Tell me, Yecko
(That ba*tard Posi has them nailed down)