Ghetto Star Lyrics English In Translation - Ryan Castro - Song, WebSeries & Movies

Ghetto Star Lyrics English In Translation – Ryan Castro

 

Ghetto Star Lyrics English In Translation - Ryan Castro

Ghetto Star Lyrics English In Translation – Ryan Castro

So much shine on the neck I seem frozen
Those who grew up with me, none of them are bald
Where the singer arrives, everything is Sold Out
They played with me and they were struck out
Multiplying money like I’m a nerd
I have an apartment on the left arm
They are telling me believed because sometimes I get lost
The bill going up when I sleep
Call the face if you do not respect
I made the baby’s ass and boobs
All day fresh in shorts
The engines of the porscheta roar

All day playing on the station
Talking about the street and the guns
My flow is from the street, but they fall in love
It is not the same to listen to me than to see me in person
Every day I buy clothes, even if I never wear them
Stealing outfits, never morrongas
She gave herself up, mamisonga, putonga
Every day I buy clothes, even if I never wear them
Stealing outfits, never morrongas
She gave herself up, mamisonga, putonga

Oh yes, oh yes
500 pairs of sneakers and I only have two feet

I have her in four and she told me “Oh yes”
She lives in a neighborhood of Medellín, but when she speaks English
Baby call me, call me
I used to be lowly, I pay him more than the only
Snatched up when I’m not horny
Underground baby, always lowkey

I work with pressure I like to be held
They say they sing, but they don’t get into it
This is for love but love for the ticket
You do not respect, there is no one who respects you

Focused without losing my north
Couple of panas in court, for drugs or for carrying

I get to the business there is no one to support me
I make money for sports, I have a house and transportation
They talk bad about me, so I don’t care
I keep traveling the world, filling out the passport
A topic in half an hour for Coqe to export it
Always new clothes and neat cut

A commune kid
Rich from music not rich from cradle
I’m a panther even though I don’t work with Puma
Rising like foam I almost touched the moon
I do it for pleasure from the beginning
Also for money, perks of the trade
Bad energy to get me mad

All neck in gold like an Egyptian

Every day I buy clothes, even if I never wear them
Stealing outfits, never morrongas
She gave herself up, mamisonga, putonga
Every day I buy clothes, even if I never wear them
Stealing outfits, never morrongas
She gave herself up, mamisonga, putonga

ryan castro
He’s the Ghetto singer with Coqe
Representing the neighborhoods, the blocks
Medellin
We Got The Willow Baby

Zagaga Zaw
Zaga Zaga Zaga Zaga Zaw


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