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Peso Pluma - PUT EM IN THE FRIDGE Lyrics
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[ Featuring Cardi B ]

¿Te acuerdas cuando estábamos solos de niños?
Que fuimos de barrio, pero ahora somos finos
Cuando fumaba mota en blunt con el vecino
¿Qué hace el destino? Si no hay nada decidido

¿Sí? ¿No?
Pregúntale al gobierno cuando vino
Me vieron vestidito de marino
Pues a huevo que soy de oro latino
Chino
Divino
Los ojos rojos, siempre fumo fino
De este beat soy el puto asesino
Ya saben que estoy loco desde niño
Bélicos, somos bélicos mori-

Fifty burro' por la' cloud like Aurelio
Aladina por la alfombra walking (walking)
Sin la lámpara, con el cuerno de goat, ¿qué lo? (Prr)
It's the last time I can hear you talking about me
Peso Pluma con la peso heavy
En Jalisco ven mi culo y dicen, "Diablo, Cardi"
Tengo a to's los narcos smelling de la white
Y a sus mamis pidiendo que les firme los panties
Ya no 'tamos broke, 'tamos shining, 'tamos pretty
White powder del aeropuerto cruzando pa' la city
Ya no 'tamos broke, 'tamos shining, 'tamos pretty
Solo me siento en la mesa con los duros pa' los meetings, prr

Me preguntan que por qué verga yo soy así
Ah, cómo lloran, no se llenan, déjenme dormir
La suela roja como el puto Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they f*ckin' comin' in

¿Sí? ¿No?
Encima de los beats los asesino
Tengo al presidente de vecino
El mundo es mío como Al Pa-, ja, como Al Pacino
¿Sí? ¿No?
Pregúntale al gobierno cuando vino
Me vieron vestidito de marino
Pues a huevo que soy de oro latino
Chino

Forty shooters, if I send them in, they comin' in
Fifty kilos, if you need 'em, then they comin' in
Hundred thousand, we all close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the f*cking fridge

Me preguntan que por qué verga yo soy así
Ah, cómo lloran, no se llenan, déjenme dormir
La suela roja como el puto Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they f*ckin' comin' in

Forty shooters, if I send them in, they comin' in
Fifty kilos, if you need 'em, then they comin' in
Hundred thousand, we all close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the f*cking fridge
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Featuring Cardi B ]

Do you remember when we were alone as kids?
We were from the neighborhood, but now we're classy
When I smoked weed in a blunt with the neighbor
What does destiny do? If nothing is decided

Yes? No?
Ask the government when they came
They saw me dressed like a sailor
Because I'm definitely from Latin gold
Chino
Divine
Red eyes, always smoking the finest
On this beat, I'm the damn killer
You already know I've been crazy since a kid
Warlike, we are warlike, mori-

Fifty donkeys per cloud like Aurelio
Aladdin on the carpet walking (walking)
Without the lamp, with the horn of the goat, what's up? (Prr)
It's the last time I can hear you talking about me
Featherweight with the heavy weight
In Jalisco they see my ass and say, "Damn, Cardi"
I got all the narcs smelling of the white
And their moms asking me to sign their panties
We're not broke anymore, we're shining, we're pretty
White powder from the airport crossing to the city
We're not broke anymore, we're shining, we're pretty
I only sit at the table with the tough guys for meetings, prr

They ask me why the f*ck I'm like this
Ah, how they cry, they don't fill up, let me sleep
Red soles like f*cking Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they f*cking coming in

Yes? No?
I kill them on top of the beats
I have the president as my neighbor
The world is mine like Al Pa-, ha, like Al Pacino
Yes? No?
Ask the government when they came
They saw me dressed like a sailor
Because I'm definitely from Latin gold
Chino

Forty shooters, if I send them in, they're coming in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they're coming in
Hundred thousand, we all close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the f*cking fridge

They ask me why the f*ck I'm like this
Ah, how they cry, they don't fill up, let me sleep
Red soles like f*cking Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they f*cking coming in

Forty shooters, if I send them in, they're coming in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they're coming in
Hundred thousand, we all close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the f*cking fridge
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

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Spanish

¿Te acuerdas cuando estábamos solos de niños?
Que fuimos de barrio, pero ahora somos finos
Cuando fumaba mota en blunt con el vecino
¿Qué hace el destino? Si no hay nada decidido

¿Sí? ¿No?
Pregúntale al gobierno cuando vino
Me vieron vestidito de marino
Pues a huevo que soy de oro latino
Chino
Divino
Los ojos rojos, siempre fumo fino
De este beat soy el puto asesino
Ya saben que estoy loco desde niño
Bélicos, somos bélicos mori-

Fifty burro' por la' cloud like Aurelio
Aladina por la alfombra walking (walking)
Sin la lámpara, con el cuerno de goat, ¿qué lo? (Prr)
It's the last time I can hear you talking about me
Peso Pluma con la peso heavy
En Jalisco ven mi culo y dicen, "Diablo, Cardi"
Tengo a to's los narcos smelling de la white
Y a sus mamis pidiendo que les firme los panties
Ya no 'tamos broke, 'tamos shining, 'tamos pretty
White powder del aeropuerto cruzando pa' la city
Ya no 'tamos broke, 'tamos shining, 'tamos pretty
Solo me siento en la mesa con los duros pa' los meetings, prr

Me preguntan que por qué verga yo soy así
Ah, cómo lloran, no se llenan, déjenme dormir
La suela roja como el puto Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they f*ckin' comin' in

¿Sí? ¿No?
Encima de los beats los asesino
Tengo al presidente de vecino
El mundo es mío como Al Pa-, ja, como Al Pacino
¿Sí? ¿No?
Pregúntale al gobierno cuando vino
Me vieron vestidito de marino
Pues a huevo que soy de oro latino
Chino

Forty shooters, if I send them in, they comin' in
Fifty kilos, if you need 'em, then they comin' in
Hundred thousand, we all close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the f*cking fridge

Me preguntan que por qué verga yo soy así
Ah, cómo lloran, no se llenan, déjenme dormir
La suela roja como el puto Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they f*ckin' comin' in

Forty shooters, if I send them in, they comin' in
Fifty kilos, if you need 'em, then they comin' in
Hundred thousand, we all close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the f*cking fridge
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
English

Do you remember when we were alone as kids?
We were from the neighborhood, but now we're classy
When I smoked weed in a blunt with the neighbor
What does destiny do? If nothing is decided

Yes? No?
Ask the government when they came
They saw me dressed like a sailor
Because I'm definitely from Latin gold
Chino
Divine
Red eyes, always smoking the finest
On this beat, I'm the damn killer
You already know I've been crazy since a kid
Warlike, we are warlike, mori-

Fifty donkeys per cloud like Aurelio
Aladdin on the carpet walking (walking)
Without the lamp, with the horn of the goat, what's up? (Prr)
It's the last time I can hear you talking about me
Featherweight with the heavy weight
In Jalisco they see my ass and say, "Damn, Cardi"
I got all the narcs smelling of the white
And their moms asking me to sign their panties
We're not broke anymore, we're shining, we're pretty
White powder from the airport crossing to the city
We're not broke anymore, we're shining, we're pretty
I only sit at the table with the tough guys for meetings, prr

They ask me why the f*ck I'm like this
Ah, how they cry, they don't fill up, let me sleep
Red soles like f*cking Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they f*cking coming in

Yes? No?
I kill them on top of the beats
I have the president as my neighbor
The world is mine like Al Pa-, ha, like Al Pacino
Yes? No?
Ask the government when they came
They saw me dressed like a sailor
Because I'm definitely from Latin gold
Chino

Forty shooters, if I send them in, they're coming in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they're coming in
Hundred thousand, we all close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the f*cking fridge

They ask me why the f*ck I'm like this
Ah, how they cry, they don't fill up, let me sleep
Red soles like f*cking Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they f*cking coming in

Forty shooters, if I send them in, they're coming in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they're coming in
Hundred thousand, we all close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the f*cking fridge
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Belcalis Marlenis Cephus, Carlos Alberto Butter Aguila, Charlie Handsome, Hassan Emilio Kabande Laija, Jean C Hernandez Espinell, Mateo Dorado, Siggy Vazquez Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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