Baby Gang Cella 4 English Translation song by Genius English Translations from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is English Translation, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on May 26, 2023.
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Baby Gang Cella 4 English Translation Meaning
| [[Lyrics to “Cell 4”] [Intro] What do you want to know? That I’m sorry for what I did? Eh, of course Not a single day goes by without me feeling remorse; not because I’m in here or because you think I should Rehabilitated, it doesn’t mean anything Because to tell you the truth, I don’t give a shit [Chorus] I shout loudly uagliò, I answer myself uaglià I don’t pass on the radio but I pass on air In a penitentiary, surrounded house Locked inside a bathroom smoking dry and maria I shout loudly uagliò, I answer myself uaglià I don’t pass on the radio but I pass on air In a penitentiary, surrounded house Locked inside a bathroom smoking dry and maria Just dry and maria, maria, maria Just an hour of air, air, air How are you guerrilla, guerrilla, guerrilla? Everything passes hanya, hanya, hanya [Verse] Yeah, while rapping, rapping, rapping One day he hoped that this life would change The first rhyme in a cell then I abandoned it I sing about the streets, I don’t sing as if I left it I ain’t like these bitch ass rappers Going around Casanegra with Green Boys and Winners If you knew how much shit I’ve been through P.S Life didn’t give me what you got But I took it, never gave up Even when they told me I couldn’t make it I was running around with the greatest and what I saw It’s not even on earth, it’s not even in heaven And tell me where it is, and tell me how it is Baby Gang, baby girl, let’s take a break Life neglects us, though only a bit And what we have in common is that I hit the jackpot And baby all eyes on me I’m gonna die on the street Like a motherfucker but a holy mama So I’ll die rich, the scene at ninety Like an old sheikh, only without a beard , [Chorus] I shout loudly uagliò, I answer myself uaglià I don’t pass on the radio but I pass on air In a penitentiary, surrounded house Locked inside a bathroom smoking dry and maria I shout loudly uagliò, I answer myself uaglià I don’t pass on the radio but I pass on air In a penitentiary, surrounded house Locked inside a bathroom smoking dry and maria Just dry and maria, maria, maria Just an hour of air, air, air How are you guerrilla, guerrilla, guerrilla? Everything passes hanya, hanya, hanya] |
