August 6, 2024

Hello Cotto DUKI (English Translation) Lyrics

Here we show you the English Translation of “Hello Cotto DUKI”. Lyrics translated from Spanish to English.

About This Song

Artist: DUKI
Song: Hello Cotto DUKI
Genres: Trap

Hello Cotto DUKI English Translation

Gang, damn, shkere, uoh!
Money, money damn, damn
Bullet, bullet, prra, prra!

I’m drowning in filth because my heart has been broken for a long time
But well, that’s my thing, I have this mania that’s driving me crazy
We’re in the flower shop and I have a Maria who is a lotus flower
Be careful, it hits hard like cotto
Be careful, it hits hard like cotto

I have empty hands
If there’s a piggy bank, tell me where to break it open
Fuck the police, the CIA is following me
If you’re listening to me: Hello moto
She wants medicine, Larry is looking for it
Tell me how much and I’ll jot it down
Be careful, it hits hard like cotto
Be careful, it hits hard like cotto

My music hits hard like cotto, like powerful molly
I’m possessed, floating, like I’m taking the rose
Your gangsters on remote control, talk a lot and do little
For me, they’re not a big deal, if they shoot at me, I don’t notice

Always ready for a photo, never really know what’s going on
I’m lying down feeling the weight, the madness never ends
Anxiety stresses me out so much, that from now on I live at home
I’m playing GTA like a pilot, be careful, it hits hard like cotto

I’m from the deep down boys, addicted to trouble
Don’t mess with my crew, they’re all crazy and I don’t object
Don’t mention me, I won’t mention them, with my men by my side
They go to sleep, but I don’t overdo it
From rich to poor like the moon

They already know me as the monster
My flow doesn’t match my face
Either I’m Jesus or I’m an apostle
Either I’m from the Bronx or I’m from Boston
The little seed is not rice, I am
You keep the fire going, this is popcorn
Golden ribbons, pure porn
I’m not high, I’m in trouble

And what they say about me doesn’t matter to me
And what they say about me doesn’t concern me, ao ah ah ah ao

I’m drowning in filth because my heart has been broken for a long time
But well, that’s my thing, I have this mania that’s driving me crazy
We’re in the flower shop and I have a Maria who is a lotus flower
Be careful, it hits hard like cotto (cotto)
Be careful, it hits hard like cotto (cotto)

I have empty hands
If there’s a piggy bank, tell me where to break it open
Fuck the police, the CIA is following me
If you’re listening to me: Hello moto
She wants medicine, Larry is looking for it
Tell me how much and I’ll jot it down
Be careful, it hits hard like cotto
Be careful, it hits hard like cotto

Ask for the scene, I’ll bill it
Whoever bills the most is sticking to it
Why criticize? Better grow up
Mind on winning, like Yaya Touré
No one is beyond healing
I wanted to change, but I couldn’t
They’re worried about my auto-tune
And I’m worried about the pain of so many Mondays

Mom just asks that I don’t smoke
It’s useless to swear in vain
Doing things I couldn’t do before
Duki shoots even if Mauro doubts it

I’m the kid, the year, dark-skinned with eyes slanted
I carry double barrels, polarized flow
What’s up with your crew? Do they have a lawyer?
Call Burlando because I’m mocking it
First paycheck, I crowned bottles
Second one, sneakers, third one, grams
With the fourth, a kilo, see what we’re talking about
With a little style, we achieved everything here

I have them waiting outside with the dog leash
Waiting for me to hit to take a bite
And it’s not that I don’t listen out of being spoiled
It’s that everyone here lies and I’m mistrustful
Let the creature suck me, I’m sly
The band is Venezuela and it’s on my side
With paid studies and I’m not on scholarship
I don’t carry a cross, but I live crossed (prra, prra!)

I’m drowning in filth because my heart has been broken for a long time
But well, that’s my thing, I have this mania that’s driving me crazy
We’re in the flower shop and I have a Maria who is a lotus flower
Be careful, it hits hard like cotto, be careful, it hits hard like cotto

I have empty hands
If there’s a piggy bank, tell me where to break it open
Fuck the police, the CIA is following me
If you’re listening to me, hello moto
She wants medicine, Larry is looking for it
Tell me how much and I’ll jot it down
Be careful, it hits hard like cotto
Be careful, it hits hard like cotto

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