YO QUIERO (REMIX) Lyrics (English Translation) – Hades66, Arcángel

Read the full YO QUIERO (REMIX) (English Translation) lyrics by Hades66, Arcángel, Myke Towers and Luar La L along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Luar La L & Hades66]
What?
Hehe
What happened, motherfu*ker?
Listen, let’s explain it to these motherfu*kers
Tell me, Hades
Tell me, Myke
We are Los Sobr3naturale’, motherfu*ker
Here it goes, here it goes
Listen
What?

[Chorus: Hades66 & Myke Towers]
I want more b!tches, more drügs, more fame
More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes
More kilos, more routes, more lanes, Met Gala
More wh*res, more b!tches, more begging, more sucking
She wants more b!tches, more drügs, more fame (Ah, ah)
More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes (Ah, ah)
More kilos, more routes, more lanes, Met Gala
More wh*res, more b!tches, more begging, more sucking

[Verse 1: Myke Towers]
Motherfu*ker, the more I have, the more I want
Like Haaland, I laughed at the goalkeeper (Haha)
If there’s money, then I don’t say no
I want more b!tches, more wh*res, more leather
I want more shorties, more magazines, more bullets (Prr)
And fu*k models at the Met Gala
The more I give it to her, the more she makes that bad face (Ah)
Now I got more than enough, before I had nothing (Ah)
I want more investments, more apartments, more houses (Easy money, baby)
The purer it gets, the more users come through
Fans with my picture even on their phone cases
The young ones are even filming now with their glasses (Ey)
The riskier it gets, the more I take the chance
The higher I climb, the less they can reach me

If they talk about killing, I send a—, shh, and they hunt them down (Prr)
She’s high as hell and asking for more ZaZa
I want more dollars and more euros, they owe favors and I don’t go into debt (No)
“Do I need them?” I say, “Hell, no” (Haha)
We’re sailors and we’re out at sea, so soon we’ll see each other
You’re horny, horny, horny
Nymphomaniac, maniac, maniac
A mini Draco, I also got an AK (Ah)
Break open the Philly, dump the guts
Since I was a little kid, I always wanted to live in abundance (Ah)
And if I lost, it was just the count of my profits (Prr, prr)
In case they ask for a refill, there’s a pharmacy in the backpack
I consume chemical substances, that’s part of the ignorance (Wow)

[Chorus: Myke Towers, Hades66 & Luar La L]
I want more b!tches, more drügs, more fame
More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes
More kilos, more routes, more lanes, Met Gala
More wh*res, more b!tches, more begging, more sucking
I want more b!tches, more drügs, more fame (Listen, I want them all)
More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes (Tell me, boy, let’s light this motherfu*king remix up)
More kilos, more routes, more lanes, Met Gala (Listen)
More wh*res, more b!tches, more begging, more sucking (Tell me, Custom)

[Verse 2: Luar La L]
It’s heated up in here, melting the coldest igloos
The rifles are sold out like my parties at the House of Blues (Brr)
My bro’s got a .23, painting the Jordan Gamma Blues (You know, haha)
And the stick looks like one of Babe Ruth’s bats (What?)
So they can keep watching the monster, boo (What happened, you scared?), hehe
Tell your saint that the taboo didn’t work for him (Motherfu*ker)
If you’re so tough, let’s see each other car to car (Ay)
If we take the freeway, we’ll spot each other in the light (What?)
I’m getting down from this high one (No)
And if you don’t die, you’ll fall leaving the hospital when they discharge you (You’re dead, prr)
Homicide news every day, it never stops (I know)
We make everyone who slips up learn some respect (What happened, motherfu*ker?)
I hit all the b!tches and got others on the way (I want them all)
And those others recruit their friends (Dance, dance)
With a bottle of yellow pills, bazooka (And .10)
Those who know, know; those who don’t, get educated (What?)
The Cuban chain is on my neck, looking real fu*king good (B!tch)
I put on a full red bandana like 2Pac (Blood red)
They won’t find anyone who can jump over this verse under their magnifying glass (No)
Motherfu*ker, I’m the most badass (Three Letters)

[Chorus: Luar La L & Hades66]
I want more b!tches, more drügs, more fame (Ah)
More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes (Hehe)
More kilos, more routes, more lanes and flights (What happened, motherfu*ker? I’m the most badass)
More wh*res, more b!tches, more begging, more sucking, yeah (What?)
I want more b!tches, more drügs, more fame
More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes
More kilos, more routes, more lanes, Met Gala
More wh*res, more b!tches, more begging, more sucking

[Verse 3: Arcángel]
Ey, this is Austin, baby, whoever wants war, fu*k you, pay me
I move on these motherfu*kers underwater, under water, Dei V
Ey, d!ckhead, don’t get me heated (No), if you pull it, you’d better fire it (Yeah)
I want one of these motherfu*kers to declare war on me (Let’s go)
So I can pull it out and light them up like flares
Who’s gonna sit on the throne when I step down? (Nobody)
I want more stacks of 0s and s, at least one more comma in the account (Ey)
Sometimes I feel like the bad s*it tempts me, you’ll fall if you try something (Prr)
I got a 30-round mag, the mint-green 43X (Wow)
I want more crosses on my clothes, and another plane (Why?)
Because the one I have, when I’m not using it, gets rented out (Au!)
Yey, I want more pieces, more sticks, more mags, more tools (More)
Another Cybertruck just to fu*k around, and another mansion with four maids (Oh)
Take it easy, man, you bark at me today and tomorrow you’re gone (Bye, bye)
If I catch you sleeping, my God, you’re gonna die without even realizing it (Wow)
Ram, pam, pam, yey, we’ll blow out your car windows (Uff)
This stick is coughing with a cold
I feel like Captain Jack Sparrow
If I pull it, ram, pam, pam
Change the mag and, ram, pam, pam
We leave you more lit up than a cigarette
If I were your boss, I’d tie my shoelaces tight

[Chorus: Hades66]
I want more b!tches, more drügs, more fame
More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes
More kilos, more routes, more lanes, Met Gala
More wh*res, more b!tches, more begging, more sucking
She wants more b!tches, more drügs, more fame
More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes
More kilos, more routes, more lanes, Met Gala
More wh*res, more b!tches, more begging, more sucking

[Verse 4: Hades66]
At Barça, for the b!tches, I’m like Lamine Yamal
I’ll give you good d!ck like Bad Gyal
A beast for the b!tches, the pretty ones and the girls
One video with me and you’ll go viral
She comes over, I love it
She gets wet with the d!ck down her throat
You’re a b!tch, baby, you’re not a saint
You’re a b!tch, baby, you’re not a saint
We got mags, b!tches and pistols
Perico, lean, tussi, Percs and pills
I fu*k this b!tch and don’t pay by the hour, haha
Have her suck my balls
I take off your panties, I put my d!ck in
Don’t talk s*it or I’ll kill your man
That ass is new, that ass is brand-new
Get in position five-one and I’ll break it in
All you are is horny, horny, horny (Ah)
And I’m horny, horny, horny
For the money, she spreads her legs all by herself
She wants me to put the mag inside the AK
All you are is horny, horny, horny
And I’m horny, horny, horny
For the money, she spreads her legs all by herself
She wants me to put the mag inside the AK

[Bridge: Hades66]
Baby, you’re fine, you’re a bandit
Baby, you’re fine, you’re a bandit
You’ll remember this d!ck for life
You’ll remember this d!ck for life
I came down with Yama, bring your friend
I came down with Yama, bring your friend
Baby, you’re fine, you’re a bandit
You’ll remember this d!ck for life

[Chorus: Hades66]
I want more b!tches, more drügs, more fame
More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes
More kilos, more routes, more lanes, Met Gala
More wh*res, more b!tches, more begging, more sucking
She wants more b!tches, more drügs, more fame
More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes
More kilos, more routes, more lanes, Met Gala
More wh*res, more b!tches, more begging, more sucking

[Outro: Luar La L, Hades66 & Luar La L]
El L3tra, la L3tra
Young Kingz, baby
We are Los Sobr3naturale’, motherfu*ker
More b!tches, more drügs, more fame
More b!tches, more drügs, more fame (Look, tell me, motherfu*ker)
Tell me, Castle (D!ckhead)
Tell me, Yama (Ah)
Speak, La M
Tell me, O8cho “The Infinite Producer”
Custom, we out here customizing a couple of baby girls today
Listen, I came down with Hades and Myke
You know I’m coming like Jordan
We don’t miss in the clutch
I’m the one who gets up pissed off, motherfu*kers